Free The Vampire (THE VAMPIRE Book 1) by Sandrine Genier Page B

cup, or a plate; not one utensil, not even a can opener.
    Even if you were someone who eats out a lot, or okay, always—who doesn’t have one thing to drink in the fridge? Who doesn’t even have a can opener or a single utensil? A glass or a cup? It was all very strange.
    Jason added a few more things to his list: coffee maker, toaster, microwave, utensils, plates, cups, etc. Then he just added the word “everything” under the heading “kitchen.”
    He shook his head, feeling puzzled as he headed back out to the garage. Everything in the house didn’t just have a new look or seemingly a new smell to it—the whole place had an unused, unlived in feel to it—everywhere. Except for the cozy and inviting library. He shrugged. All the better . I could definitely be content right there .
    Hours later he returned with a load of stuff crammed into the car from his shopping expedition, and dragging it all inside was exhausting. The groceries came in first and got put away. Then the other stuff, which he laid in a pile inside his quarters near the door.
    He still didn’t have any pots or pans to cook in. He decided to celebrate being in Boston at his new job and in his new place by going out to eat. His sense of elation called for celebration and he wanted to splurge on a great meal.
    He excitedly called his family later that evening to reassure them that, just as he knew it would be, everything was perfect. They were so happy and relieved for him.
    He opened up packages of new solid grey, black and deep burgundy linens and made up his new bed; briskly dried off with one of his new thick fluffy aqua towels after a hot shower— and perfect water pressure!—and then sank into several new firmly plush pillows as he settled into bed with a novel, making use of a new lamp he had propped up on his luggage.
    You’ve done very well for yourself, Jason , he thought, with a contented sigh. He had grown sleepy after reading a dozen pages of his book. You were absolutely right to do this . He yawned. The bed was heavenly; a soft cloud that carried him quickly off to a sound and peaceful sleep.

ADJUSTMENTS
    Chapter 4
    May
    Except for taking time to explore his new neighborhood, and a quick tour around favorite haunts he recalled around the Boston area, Jason mostly spent the next three days close to his new home.
    He had discovered O’Riens Café, just two blocks from the house, which was, despite what the name suggested, a Tuscan themed bistro that served wine, teas and coffees, panini, a dozen different gelato flavors and various kinds of pastries he was sure were not usually found outside of Italy. Across the street from that establishment was an international news shop; a subway stop was close by. Then he found an Au Bon Pain, one of his very favorite places, three blocks from the house. My happiness is complete , Jason thought, and not just because I am in Boston again, with a great job, but because I have all these other things I love so close by as well .
    Now he was able to put all his concerns about the shared living arrangements to rest. He had all the privacy he could want.
    His first inclination was to fill in every corner of his new place with furniture. But he found he actually enjoyed the echoing empty sound as he walked through his quarters. It represented the luxury of having too much empty space and that was a new and pleasurable experience for him.
    He became very selective in the few furniture pieces he chose. He created a small reading area near the fireplace with a red, black and grey oriental rug, a small round black lacquered table, a slender silver lamp with a deep burgundy shade, a tall and narrow black bookcase and a pale grey overstuffed soft fabric chair. The bay window, nearly a semicircle of a room, became a second cozy reading area. He could sit there, facing the street and read by the natural light of day, or draw the black and grey draperies with white sheer curtains closed, turn on a small table