Jasmine Yale and Butler Santana hit it off well. After chatting for a while, she went back to her bedroom, while Butler Santana headed to the kitchen.
Just as she reached the doorway, Jasmine saw Sylvan Cheney standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the master bedroom.
The windows were wide, his tall figure casting a long and solitary shadow on the floor.
He hadn't taken a shower yet, looking as if he had stepped out to smoke a few cigarettes—his body was full of the smell of smoke.
"I'm going to sleep in the guest room."
Jasmine told him her plans and went to the closet to pick out a few clothes.
"Is my bed not to your liking?" Sylvan turned around, his austere gaze falling upon her.
"If I sleep on your bed, where will you sleep?"
"I'll sleep in the guest room."
The guest room obviously couldn't compare to the master bedroom; Sylvan's room was the best in the entire Cheney Residence.
