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the previous floor, there are only three doors.
    “This,” he stops at the first door, “is the security room.” He opens it and there are over thirty cameras inside.
    “You have more security than the President of the United States.”
    “That’s because I’m worth more than he is.” He chuckles.
    I roll my eyes at his lame joke. He shuts the door and we go to the next door. He turns and his dark eyes meet mine.
    “Since you’re so adamant about the ‘no sex’ rule, this is for you.” I’m perplexed at what he means until he opens the door and tells me, “This is your room.”
    I hold back my gasp. The room looks similar to my room at home. The walls are still white, but the couch is purple and matches the bedding. There’s a white desk and a sitting nook.
    “How did you know I liked purple?”
    “Your father,” Gable answers without hesitation. “Once we planned out the contract, I had this room done for you.”
    “How did you know I would sign it?”
    Gable shrugs and for a second he looks a little sad. “I didn’t. I had a hunch you would though, once you knew about JE.”
    I didn’t say anything.
    He turns to his left. “This is your bathroom. Well, part of it is.”
    Of course, when he turns on the light I have to adjust to the crisp whiteness of everything in here.
    “And here,” he takes my elbow and we go across the room to a door. “This is my room.” When he opens it, it’s like mine, but all white.
    “We’re across from each other?”
    “Yes.”
    “Okay.” I could live with this arrangement and it would help with the no sex.
    “Come.” He orders and guides me over to his bed. “Sit.”
    I look at him for a moment.
    “I’m not going to do anything. I want to give you something.”
    I don’t move and I definitely don’t sit down.
    “Please, Dream.” His voice is soft and I comply with hesitance. “Yesterday, when you ran off, you forgot something.” He walks over to his nightstand and opens the drawer.
    “What did I forget?”
    “This.” He opens the small box in his hand and this time I do gasp.
    It’s a ring.
    A colossal ring.
    “What is this?”
    “Your wedding ring.” He pulls it out of the box and takes my left hand, sliding it on my ring finger.
    It has to be at least a ten-karat diamond, setting high up on another pillow of diamond. It’s platinum because I know Gable wouldn’t do white gold and I know it’s a princess cut. My dad had bought me numerous princesses cut rings over my lifetime. I knew the design well.
    “Do you like it?”
    I nod.
    “Good. Now, let’s eat.”
    “Oh.” I yelp. “What about you?” Why should I care if he has a ring or not?
    He holds up his hand, and I see the plain platinum band. “I put mine on this morning.”
    “Great, then let’s eat.” I stand and head out the door toward the elevator. I try my best to act like I always have huge ten million dollar rings on my fingers.
    We travel down to the formal dining room. Gable pulls the seat out for me, just as he did in my office. As I’m situating myself in the chair, a woman around my age, with blonde hair, comes in and sets a salad in front of Gable and me.
    “Misha, this is my wife Dream.” Gable introduces us.
    “Hello.” Misha nods, but her dark eyes are like steel glancing at me.
    “Hello.” I answer back, but she’s already walking away. “Chef?”
    “Of sorts. She handles a lot of the house business, too.” Gable begins to pick at his food.
    “Could you please explain to me why everything is so damn white in this house?” I stare at the white table with white chairs and my salad sets on a white plate. “It’s a bit overwhelming.”
    “I like it,” he states simply.
    “Because…” I want the full explanation not a vague one.
    Gable stares at me for a moment. “Because I like the way it makes everything bright and it all looks clean.”
    “Okay.” That still doesn’t explain a lot, but if he wants to be that way, then fine. “I wondered