Free Taken by Melissa Toppen Page B

recognize my surroundings. “Is this your bedroom? How did I get in here?” I blurt out, looking around the enormous room with dark gray walls and black finished furniture.
                  “It is and I carried you.” He smiles again. “I can't tell you how long I have wanted to see you like this. Naked in my bed. Today is a very good day Ms. Grant.” He says, leaning forward to brush his lips against mine. “Now get dressed and come downstairs, your food is going to be cold.” With that he stands and exits the room.
                  He carried me? Wow I must have died for a while. I'm usually not that deep of a sleeper but I am guessing that getting that drunk in the middle of the day will do that to a person.
                  I push myself out of the bed that I swear is so large it has to be in a category all it's own. I thought California King was the largest bed you could have but this one, well it seems much bigger. I think I could get lost in it. I spot my clothes neatly folded on top of the dresser/vanity unit along the far wall.
                  I start to walk towards it but then the urge to pee hits me so hard, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to a bathroom. I search the room, seeing three different doors. I pull the one closest to me open, revealing a huge closet lined floor to ceiling with clothes and shoes. Wow, I didn't realize a man could own this many articles of clothing.
                  I shut the door and go for the next, located on the back wall to the far left. I jiggle the handle but it doesn't open. Confused, I try again but nothing. Locked. I wonder about the contents of the room and why he would feel the need to lock a door in his own home when he lives alone but I need a bathroom too badly to really worry too much about it.
                  I walk across the room to the opposite wall and open the third and final door. At first I can't move but then mother nature reminds me that I have to go now and I rush inside. I quickly use the bathroom, glancing around the large space as I do. It's enormous with double vanity, standing shower and a whirlpool bathtub that looks the size of a small swimming pool. Yep, I will definitely be talking Liam into a bath later.
                  I make my way to the sink to wash my hands, catching my reflection in the mirror. My hair is tangled and messy but other than that I look pretty good. My cheeks are flushed, giving my otherwise pale face some color. My eyes are bright and I can't help but notice that I don't just feel happy, I look happy. Hell, I am happy.
                  I splash some water on my face and then rummage through a few drawers looking for toothpaste. I locate it and squeeze a little on my finger before putting it back in the drawer and closing it. I do a quick freshen up with my finger, making a mental note that I should start carrying an extra toothbrush in my purse for occasions like this.
                  I make my way back into the bedroom and quickly slip on my clothes before exiting the room and making my way across the landing that oversees the main floor. Liam is in the kitchen but I can't tell what he's doing. His back is to me and the columns that run through the formal room obstruct a clear view into the kitchen.
                  I make my way down the stairs and through the formal room. There is a delicious smell floating through the house and my stomach grumbles, realizing for the first time since waking that I am famished. I know Liam hears me but he doesn't acknowledge my presence right away. I slip in behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
                  “Dinner's ready.” He says, turning with salad plates in hand. I drop my hands and give him room to sit the plates on the island. It is only then that I notice the chicken simmering on the stove.
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