Chapter Two
"And this is the theater." Oliver swung the door open, ushering her into the room with an expression that was positively beaming. He looked so happy that Mack couldn't help but smile back at him.
Inside the theater, it was cool and dark–unlike the rest of this place. In every other room Oliver had shown her so far, there had been walls of windows open to the outside, and plenty of plants on the inside stacked on every available surface. Many of these were flowering plants, but there were also plenty of others that Oliver would grab a handful of leaves or berries from as he passed. Over the past few hours he had been showing her around, she could count on one hand how many times he had had an empty mouth.
"I think I'll be spending a lot of time in here," Mack said, enjoying the relatively cool air.
"You like movies? I like the old, silent films the best. What's your favorite genre?"
Mack shrugged. "I don't actually really like TV. But it's cool enough in here that I don't feel like I'm going to faint."
Oliver's happy expression faded into concern. "Are you too hot?"
The sweat stain down the front of her t-shirt ought to have been enough to indicate that, so Mack just stared back at him.
"You wouldn't be so hot if you weren't wearing such heavy clothes. Don't you have anything else you can wear?"
As if she wasn't hot enough, blood rushed to Mack's cheeks. Crap. This was exactly what she was hoping to avoid. "I only have one tank top and one pair of shorts. I don't really like to wear revealing clothing."
Oliver glanced down at his naked chest. He wasn’t even wearing any shoes. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"
It wasn't what she expected, but she shrugged, not wanting to offend him. They were stuck together for three months, after all. "Not really."
"Then why are you concerned about your clothes?"
She shrugged again, not wanting to point out the obvious to him–her arms and legs were not meant to be shown in public!
Oliver picked a leaf off a nearby plant. "I like to keep my living space natural. It's your choice to wear what you want, but I'm not closing up my house for air conditioning. Most of my plants would die."
He plucked a couple of leaves off a bamboo tree next to him and chewed on them, staring at her. She stared back. She could deal with it for three months. Although she might need to cut up some of her clothes to give her a wider selection of what to wear. As long as she stayed hydrated, she ought to be fine.
"The request you gave the US marshals asked for someone with experience handling exotic animals," she said instead. "Do you have a menagerie or something that I'm to look after?"
Oliver shook his head, his lips curling back. He had surprisingly large teeth. "No. I don't think animals should have to live in cages, no matter how big they are."
"Then why am I here? Meyer said you needed a caretaker."
"To take care of me."
Mack's jaw dropped. "What?"
"I tend to live a bit… chaotic. I need you to enforce a strict schedule with me. Food, bathing, making calls. I have a few rather large companies that I'll forget about for several days if I don't have someone reminding me about it. Wake up is at six am, shower at six-thirty, then I need a high-protein breakfast at eight and to make calls to the board of directors of one of my companies. Lunch, high-protein, at noon. Two high-protein snacks at two and four respectively, supper at six. I also need to call my financial advisor once a week, and my lawyers twice a week."
Mack's jaw was almost to the floor by now. A caretaker for him? He was a grown ass man. If he wanted somebody to help him out with all that, he ought to hire a personal assistant, a maid and a cook. This wasn't what she had signed up for!
Three months, she reminded herself, gritting her teeth.
"Am I supposed to pick up after you as well?" she asked sarcastically.
Oliver cocked his head to one side. "Not everywhere. Just clean my room up once in a while and do laundry."
If she had known this was what was going to be expected of her, she would have pitched a fit and never come in the first place. Which was probably why Meyer hadn’t told her what type of a 'caretaking' position it was.
"Look, I'm not your mother—"
Oliver's gaze swept down her briefly and the blood rushing to her face cut her speech off abruptly. "No, you certainly aren't. But that's why you're here. I'll help with laundry, I just don't think to do that sort of thing by myself. When you've got spare time, you can do whatever you want."
Mack put her hands on her hips, but Oliver continued before she could speak.
"If you need or want anything at all, I'll have it flown in. I have a helicopter pad on the roof," he added, his eyes lighting up like a child's. "Flying is a lot of fun. I'll take you skydiving sometime soon. Maybe next week."
"Hold on," Mack interrupted, finally finding her voice again. Her head was spinning. "I'm not going skydiving."
"But it’s so much fun!"
Mack shook her head firmly, her mind going back to her list of responsibilities. "And I don't know exactly what you're expecting, but I'm not going to shower or bathe you! Sure, if you want reminders of when to do things I'll give you reminders, and I'll make your meals, but I'm not here to be a sex doll, got it?"
Oliver's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "What gave you that idea?"
Of course. She turned her gaze away. As relieved as she was that he apparently didn't want her to 'caretake' him that way, all of her insecurities rushed in at once. If he was looking for a sex doll, he'd have made sure that his caretaker was stick-thin, not somebody with her thick waist and meaty thighs. It wasn't that she didn’t have a strong body, it just wasn't shaped quite right according to pretty much everybody who had ever commented on it.
Not that it mattered. As attractive as Oliver was, with his rippling muscles and chiseled abs, she just wanted to get these three months over with minimal awkwardness. She didn't want some poorly thought out sexual encounter to ruin that for her.
On the other hand, no-strings sex might be just what I need. Mack had to resist the urge to slap herself. Stop that.
"Anyway," Oliver grunted, turning away from her, "you should know I have a mostly vegetarian diet. I've got high-protein insects that you'll be making my meals out of, but if you're not comfortable with crickets, or you'd prefer beef or whatever, you'll have to make a list of foods you want me to order in for you."
"No meat?" She eyed his massive body in disbelief. How could anybody with that amount of muscle survive on plants and bugs?
"Yep." Oliver turned back to her. "Oh, and every night before bed we need to have an hour of playtime."
"Playtime?" Mack's voice was sharp at that–did he mean sex? After his reaction to her outburst, would he really want that?
"Playtime." He grinned at her, and before she could stop him, his spade-sized hand was on her head, mussing up her hair even more than it already was. "We're going to have a lot of fun together."
Mack pushed away his hand. "Don't touch me without asking first," she snapped. "I hate it when people touch me!"
Oliver's eyes widened again and he backed away. "I'm sorry."
He folded his hands behind his back like a child in a candy store after being chastised by his mother. The downturn of his lips and the sad look in his deep, dark eyes was so apologetic that Mack instantly regretted her tone. Funny, if anybody else she knew had done that, she'd still be giving them a piece of her mind. Oliver looked too much like a wounded puppy to scream at, though.
"I just don't like to be touched, okay?"
Oliver hesitated but nodded. "I have been told that I have issues with personal boundaries. Please believe that I don't mean any harm by it. I just like touching and physical contact. I always have. I'll try to do better, and don't hesitate to tell me to back off."
Mack nodded, accepting that. "Now, as for this 'playtime' that you mentioned—"
The chastised look disappeared. Dimples flashed at her, catching her by surprise, as he grinned. "I hope you brought a sports bra."
Seriously? Mack put her hands on her hips. "We're going to have to have a talk about what's appropriate to say to me and what's not."
***
"You have got to be kidding me."
Mack stared at the huge jungle gym. It was like every children's playground she had ever seen had merged into one and then grown three times, making it the perfect size for a man as massive as Oliver to swing around on. It was in a glass-roofed room like the atrium, only this one was closed up and had the distinct chill of air conditioning. Thick rubber grips covered every surface, and the floor was a pit of tiny paper balls. Like gravel, only these wouldn't mess up your face if you tripped and fell into them.
"Playtime," Oliver said, striding past her. He scrambled up a rock climbing wall with a grace that belied his size and grinned down at her. "It's vital for social development that primates play together."
"You are nothing more than an overgrown child, you know that, right?" Mack put her hands on her hips. "Social development my ass."
"I thought I wasn't allowed to talk about your ass."
Mack repressed a smile at the almost-suggestive way Oliver raised his brows.
The eccentric billionaire raced to a set of monkey bars, for all intents and purposes giggling as he did so. The sound was bizarre coming from a man with arms the size of barrels. "Come catch me, Mack! If you do, I'll turn on the air conditioning in your room tonight."
Mack glanced down at what she was wearing. Even though this room was cooler than the rest of the house, her thick jeans were designed to squeeze her thighs smaller, not to allow her to climb all over a jungle gym. "I need to go change first."
"Nope. Now, before I get bored."
Mack looked up at him, swinging from one hand above her head. The promise of air conditioning was too powerful to ignore. She yanked off her jeans, biting back a sigh of relief as her legs were freed from their tight confines, and ran for the nearest ladder.
Oliver hooted as he returned to the main jungle gym, waiting until she was on the same level as he was before he took off towards the slides on the other end. Mack's breasts bounced and plopped all over the place as she crossed a swaying bridge to go after him.
Yep, she thought, using one hand to grip them in place as she moved as quickly as she could. I need to wear a sports bra for this.