Free Romance: Young Adult Romance: The Perfect Game (A Highschool Football Romance) (Bad Boy Nerd New Adult Romance) by Stella White Page B

for a man of his type to make, she thought.
    They had just rounded a bend in the driveway, the place where the house suddenly came into view. It was the point where most visitors looked on in awe at the mansion. It was unlike anything Alina had ever seen. Sure, she'd seen such houses in magazines and on TV programs, but never with her own eyes. It was beautiful, but she also found it imposing. The great front door, guarded by two stone lions wasn't welcoming. If she were his wife, she would take the lions away and replace them with stone troughs full of flowers. What she did like were the window shutters. They gave the place a European feel.
    She caught another wave of Ryan's aftershave and the thoughts she 'd had before, all came flooding back. ''Come in,'' he said putting his weight against the giant oak door. ''This is John. If you want anything while you are here, just let him know. You won't understand what he says thought.'' Alina gave Ryan a puzzled look. ''He's Scottish,'' he said, clearing the mystery.
    ''Ah. Nice to meet you, John,'' she went to shake his hand.
    ''No, he's a butler, and apparently they don't shake hands'' Ryan said, still amused by John's standoffish nature.
    ''No sir, we don not. It's not our place.''
    Alina almost burst out laughing. Was he being serious? What kind of world did he live in ?
    ''Okay, I'll let John show you to your room. I'm sure you'll want to freshen up.'' After the long journey, the thought of a hot bath or shower was too much to turn down. She nodded gratefully. ''When you're ready, come back down, we're having a party around the pool.''
    ''Sure.'' Alina wondered what form one of his parties took. She didn't imagine he was the type to sit around the dinner table, drinking wine and talking politics. No, she was sure the type of party he enjoyed involved much more than that.
    The room John showed her too was so beautiful, she stood in the middle of it and held her breath. How the other half lived. Her room was bigger than the whole upper floor of her parents home. How did people get so rich? She hoped to find out in the coming weeks.
    She allowed herself to fall back onto the king sized bed and almost disappeared into the softness of it. Don't close your eyes or you'll fall asleep. Get a shower and go to the party. Although she was only twenty, she wasn't much of a party animal. She preferred sitting around a table with friends and talking. She heaved herself off the bed and walked to a door, behind which she assumed there was a bathroom.  She was right, only it wasn't a bathroom as she knew them. This bathroom was more like a Roman bath house . Black granite on all surfaces, a huge bath on lions feet and a shower behind glass. It had the most enormous shower she 'd ever seen. She was torn . Bath or shower? Shower, she'd fall asleep in a bath.
    She got undressed and stood under the powerful jet of warm water. She took the shampoo and began to wash her hair. If Alina had known at school she'd been most boy's masturbation fantasy; she wouldn't have been quite so dissatisfied with her body. She liked her legs and thighs but hated her stomach. To her, it sagged and bulged in all the wrong places, and her breasts were too large. She was sick and tired of men staring at her chest when they should be looking at her face. She was reasonably satisfied with her behind although she often looked at in the mirror searching for the tiniest evidence of cellulite. There was none, and her dissatisfaction with her stomach was ill-founded . Any boy who had ever seen it, and not many had, thought it was soft and seductively feminine.
    Her room had everything. She'd brought her own hair dryer, but when she switched on the one in the room,  she was almost blown away. It fanned her dark hair and dried it in no time. She had long hair. It swept down to the center of her back, in long shiny waves. She didn't wear much makeup. She didn't need much. Her skin was unblemished and fresh. She applied a little