Snooping

Annette walked back to the setting room, heading to the receiving room. The door to the lift was closed, and the light above showed it was moving downward. She could not find any keypad on the elevator; there was no fingerprint scanner. That means the elevator can only be accessed by card. There was no way out of this apartment. Shit.

She ran her fingers down her face in frustration. 

Damn. She decided to explore the apartment since Xavier had not said anything was off limits, so she did not see anything wrong with snooping around a little.

 She returned to the living room: instead of taking the door leading to the hall, she took another door and walked into what appeared to be a large and luxurious kitchen.

It was equipped with white cupboards and granite countertops. Luxurious appliances and stainless steel pots and pans were hung up on the wall. The island in the middle of the room was stunning; bar tools lined each side. 

Stepping out of the kitchen and into the sitting room. 

The sitting room was stunning; it had large leather couches and a huge TV setup on one corner. Annette had only seen that size of TV at the movie theater. A large wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that gave way to the magnificent view of the city could be seen. The room was breathtaking; it was designed for relaxing. She could picture Xavier lying down on the couch, watching the news, sports, or some random channel during his free time. Maybe without his shirt on.

She shakes her head; she tries to get her mind out of the gutters.

Walking out of the living room and into the hallway, she carried on with her exploration. 

The first door she opened had a office setting; a large mahogany wooden table could be seen at one end with an office chair, a liquor bar at a corner, and a couch on the other side of the room facing the desk. 

Two chairs were placed in front of the desk. On the table was a computer system, turned off. She knew it would be password protected, but since she wasn't into invading into people's privacy, Annette might be a businesswoman, but her specialty lies in pastries and cupcakes, she was not a hacker or into cyber crime so it was none of her business.

Stepping out of the office, she opened the next door. It was a home gym; it had everything you would see in a gym: treadmill, exercise bike, rowing machine, dumbbell, weight plates racked and ready to go. She was stunned. She had no idea that werewolves workout; she had never heard of it. Annette had always assumed that they didn't need to, but some werewolves, just like humans, did not all have muscular bodies.

However, Xavier was sturdy, having an athletic body. She believes it was due to the time he spent at the gym and not something related to good genes.

Shutting the door, she opened the next one. It was Xavier's bedroom. Annette stepped in, unable to stop herself; well it was out of curiosity. 

The room screams Xavier; it was so him. There were floor-to-ceiling windows that covered two sides of the wall; just like in the living room, you could see the city below; the view was breathtaking.

His bed was massive; a four-poster bed covered in gray sheets that looked soft. Annette couldn't get past the size of the bed; it was so big that it could easily fit six people, and there would still be some space left.

He had a large Fifty-five-inch TV mounted on a folding ceiling panel opposite the bed. Beside the bed was a bedside table, which was bare. 

A home theater sound system was placed in different corners of the room. The room was stunning. But what captured Annette's attention was the picture placed above the bed. It was a painting of a wolf. The wolf was massive, with a dark coating howling into the night; the full moon shimmered in the background. The painting called to her; speak to her in a way she could not fathom. 

It was magnificent. Perhaps this was a picture of Xavier in his werewolf form; she wasn't sure. Annette had always wanted to know more about Xavier; she had always wanted to understand this side of him, but she doubted he would show her now, not now that she was on his beck and call, not now that she was only here to satisfy him.

Leaving Xavier's room, Annette walked towards her room. She was a bit tired; she should inform her aunt that she would not be coming home for the next few days.