A Sip of You (The Epicurean Series) by Sorcha Grace Read Free Book Online Page A

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    “What do you think?” he asked. “Do you like my house?”
    I didn’t know what to say. It was overwhelming. I knew William was rich, but knowing something intellectually was different than being surrounded by it, by such unimaginable wealth. And it was so unexpected. This place was so different from what I’d known of William so far. My head spun. William was still looking at me and his hand tightened on mine.
    “It’s incredible,” I told him. “I love it—really, really love it. I feel…I don’t know…comfortable here.”
    “Good. I want you to feel at home. Tomorrow I’ll show you the vineyard. I’m focusing mostly on whites, including champagne, but I have a small area for reds and our first bottling of a very special rosé is finally ready. I can’t wait to show you the barn and the wine cave tomorrow too.” He sounded so excited, which made me smile.
    “Wine cave? Is that like a bat cave?” I laughed. “I don’t know much about wine.”
    He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. “I’ll teach you.” His gaze moved away from mine, and he smiled and nodded. I turned to find a petite Hispanic woman standing in the doorway. “Catherine, this is Fernanda, my cook and housekeeper.”
    I reached out to shake her small hand. Her eyes were large and deep brown. “Nice to meet you,” I said.
    “We’ve been expecting you, Miss Kelly.” She nodded at William. “It’s good to see you again, Mr. Lambourne. I’ve prepared everything as you requested.”
    “Thank you, Fernanda.” William smiled at me. “I’ll be cooking dinner for us.”
    “Ring me if you need me, Mr. Lambourne.” Then she turned and walked into what I guessed was the pantry.
    William took my hand again. “One more room, Catherine.” From the velvet tone of his voice I had a feeling I knew where we were going. Finally.
    He took me up a set of stairs and guided me down the hall to the master suite, which was more like the master wing. The rooms—plural—were huge and luxuriously furnished in rich, dark tones, and the bedroom contained the biggest bed I’d ever seen.
    “Is this a bedroom or a small country?” I joked as I bounced on the bed with my feet dangling off the edge.
    William gestured to the closet. “Your luggage has already been unpacked.” He opened the door, then pulled me up and led me inside a closet that was bigger than my living room. The few clothes I’d brought hung in the front, but there were also clothes I’d never seen before. I glanced at William, and he couldn’t contain his grin. “I told you I’d make sure you had everything you needed.”
    I gaped at him as I ran my hand over the racks of clothing, feeling the sensuous fabrics. There was a small, thoughtfully planned wardrobe here—everything from jeans to two evening dresses—and though it didn’t favor my favorite color, black, it seemed to suit me. I wondered if William had picked out all of this himself and if so, when. I didn’t know about this. “These are all for me?”
    “Of course they’re for you,” William said, but I was hardly listening. I moved into the closet and stared at racks of shoes and a whole section of drawers filled with lingerie. Really top notch lingerie, the kind I drooled over.
    “William…I-I…this is too much,” I managed.
    “Nothing is too much for you. And I told you I’d take care of everything.” He gave me a tender kiss on the lips and cupped my face with his hands. “Relax. Freshen up. Come down when you’re ready. Dinner will be at eight.”
    I nodded, my heart pounding and my head spinning as I watched him leave.
    As soon as I was alone, I flopped back on the giant bed. Holy shit . For a few moments I was simply too stunned to do more than lie there. And then I seriously needed to talk to someone.
    I grabbed my cell and called Beckett. He answered on the second ring, and I heard music in the background. “Is this a bad time?” I asked.
    “Of course not! I’ve been dying