MARI
The doorbell rang, and I closed my e-reader and sat it on the coffee table in the living room. It was a comfortable room with the right amount of decor as if Pierce picked each piece from a magazine. For the warmth the space provided, I seemed to be the only person who ever used it. Pierce practically lived in his office, and if I didn’t know his bedroom was across the hallway, I would think he slept there as well.
I steadfastly avoided the backyard pool after sharing the kiss with Oliver. And when I wasn’t doing my best to avoid an entire section of the home, I was making sure I checked each room before I entered it to guarantee Oliver wasn’t there.
I had five and a half months left on my six-month agreement with Pierce, but I was staying hopefully optimistic I could avoid Oliver for the rest of my time at the Kensington home.