Reese walked confidently around the 15,200 square foot Melrose mansion showing it off to an interested buyer; private showings were the best way to start generating buzz for the upcoming marketing event. Christian lingered in the background, listening to her sales pitch, cutting in when he felt it necessary to share details that were important for the buyer to know. Reese glared at him at few times. Hey icy stare was enough to have him back off; there was a weird energy between them because of last night and neither one of them had yet to bring it up.

"Feel free to wander," Reese laughed softly, "If you have any questions, just let me know."

"Thank you," the man said sizing her up and down before heading to the second floor.

"He wants to fuck you, you know?" Christian said from behind her.

"That's wildly inappropriate," she said turning to face him.

"What, it's true," he smirked. "He's undressing you with his eyes. I can't blame him; you're doing a good job selling yourself. I'm impressed."

She rolled her eyes. "You seem better this morning," she said tilting her head to the side.

"Yea," he flashed a soft smile, "Sorry about that. I was out of line."

"Which part?" she said crossing her arms.

"Telling you to leave the way that I did," he said firmly.

"And pressing me up against the wall?" she paused, "how about that? Don't you think you were out of line?"

"No, I actually enjoyed it," he said with amusement in his eyes, "I think you did too."

"I didn't," she said quickly.

"Your body was saying otherwise."

"Wha—"

"Ms. Sutherlin," her client interrupted.

"Yes," she said turning on her heels.

"There's a room on the top floor, towards the back of the hallway that is locked. Is there a way to get that unlocked," he asked raising his brow.

"No," Christian interrupted firmly.

"Christian," Reese snapped, clenching her jaw.

"This house isn't for you," he said firmly, "you should go."

"I-"

"Now," he said strongly, interrupting the man's budding sentence.

"Christian! What the fuck?" Reese said frantically following her client.

"Let him go," he said clenching his jaw, and narrowing his eyes at her, "I want to show you something."

"This couldn't wait!" she exclaimed.

Without another word, Christian turned and headed for the stairs. Reese quickly followed behind him, this better be worth it. They reach the top floor and head to the end of the hallway to a large sunken in door in the corner; it didn't match the rest of the doors in the house.

"What's in here?"

"Now before I show you, I want you to know it's going to take a…special type of person to buy this house," he smiled wickedly.

"Okay," she looked at him confused, "Can you open the door?"

"As you wish," he smirked, putting the key in the door.

As soon as the door opened, the smell of leather flooded the hall. The room was dark but there were some areas that yielded soft lighting. The walls and ceilings were painted dark maroon color; suspension ropes and a swing hung down from the ceiling. Reese gasped as she came across an unconventional massage table with restraining cuffs at all four corners. There was a large canopy bed with black and red satin pillows on the black leather mattress in the center of the room; restraints hanging from each of the poles. On the far back wall, was a torture table with assortments of whips, paddles, vibrators, and feathers.

"This room was a working progress," he interrupted Reese's exploration, "I didn't get to use it."

"What the fuck is this?!" Reese said turning towards him.

"It's my playroom," he looked around disappointed, "Well, an unfinished one."

"Why didn't you show this to me when I first toured the house,: she looked at him confused, "Are you a sadi—"

"Sadist," he interrupted emitting a soft grunt, "No. What I am is a dominant."

"Did your wife know about this?" she said looking around.

"Of course, she did," he smiled wickedly, "she was my submissive."

"This is –"

"What."

"A lot to wrap my head around," she said averting her eyes from his intense stare, "did you hurt her in here? Is that why she left you?"

"I never hurt my wife," he said defensively, clenching his jaw.

"So why did she leave?"

"I broke a promise to her," he said quickly.

"With your friend," Reese continued to pry, "Did you use any of this stuff on your friend?"

"I never cheated on my wife," he said harshly, "If that's what you're getting at."

"Christian, I'm just trying to understand you. One minute you want us to get to know each other and the next minute you don't," she snapped, "You're like a one-man show, I can barely keep up with you and every day you pull back another layer!"

"I'm sorry to overwhelm you Ms. Sutherlin," he said roughly, "but you're the one prying for information. I was just merely showing you this room so you can keep it in mind when you're selling the house."

"I could have sold it to my client," she mumbled.

"No," he said firmly, "I wouldn't want to imagine him using any of this stuff on you."

"Why would you think I would let him?" she asked crossing her arms.

"I was only joking. I didn't mean to offend you," his demeanor softened.

"Yea well you did," she scoffed, "Look, I have to go. I don't know if I'm the right person to sell this house for you, "she continued brushing past him.