Eric left the Caesars Palace Hotel with Natasha Henstridge, drove north along the Las Vegas Boulevard for less than four kilometers, then went east through the Las Vegas Convention Center, and came to Arrived outside a golf country club.
Las Vegas is located in the center of the desert, with drought and little rain all year round, and the number of green plants in the city is also pitiful, giving people a bare feeling everywhere.
However, driving into the country club is like entering another world. Although it is still the cold spring in March, there are a large number of evergreen trees and green meadows in the country club, giving people a feeling of an oasis in the deep desert.
Natasha Henstridge looked at the scenery outside the car window, but was a little puzzled: "Eric, isn't this a golf course? Why do you live here?"
"There is a residential area inside," Eric was flipping through a document, but when he heard this, he looked up and glanced out the car window, and said with a smile, "However, it's my first time here, so I'll find out later."
After saying a few words, the car drove along the asphalt road for dozens of meters. Natasha Henstridge soon saw the villas surrounded by golf courses, and couldn't help but secretly stuck out her tongue. I thought to myself that the question I just asked must seem very ignorant.
However, almost every big city has a residential area next to a golf course, but this is the first time she has seen a villa built inside a golf course. Thinking about it carefully, in a city like Las Vegas surrounded by deserts, it is indeed the best choice to build a villa in an oasis-like golf course.
After continuing to drive forward for a few hundred meters, the car quickly drove into a mansion.
Eric took Natasha Henstridge out of the car, and Caroline and Melanie, who had rushed over earlier, greeted him.
When Caroline saw Natasha Henstridge's figure, the smile on her delicate face quickly disappeared, revealing a little inferiority complex. Natasha Henstridge followed Eric to the front, and Caroline couldn't help but grind the ground with her toes wearing flat shoes. The woman in front of her was wearing high heels and was three feet taller than her. Ten centimeters, I can only just touch someone's shoulder.
"Natasha, this is my assistant, Melanie Gleeson and Caroline Wilson," Eric introduced, noticing the way Caroline began to blink her eyes, and knew this Seeing Natasha, the son felt inferior again.
Natasha Henstridge smiled and shook hands with Melanie, introduced herself, and extended her hand to the petite girl in white hoodie and washed jeans.
Even without looking at Caroline's clothes at this time, Natasha can hardly imagine that Caroline will be Eric's assistant. She just thinks that the girl who looks like a doll in front of her is so cute, and she even wants to reach out her hand to be Eric's assistant. Pinch the girl's delicate face. Therefore, it never occurred to her that Caroline was actually a few years older than her.
"Hello, Miss Henstridge." Caroline reached out and shook Natasha Henstridge like a conditioned reflex due to the manners she had cultivated since she was a child: "Nice to meet you."
"Then, let's go in and take a look at the house," Eric said after the three girls had greeted him, and noticed that after Caroline turned around, a lock of hair was hanging on her shoulder, which seemed to be entangled with the drawstring of the hood Naturally, I reached out to help her tidy up the trend, and said with a smile, "I'll just say, little Carly still looks best dressed like this."
Caroline felt Eric's thoughtful little gesture, but couldn't help but glance at Natasha Henstridge walking on the other side of Eric, and whispered with some dissatisfaction: "Eric, you, You can't call me that."
Eric nodded: "I know I know, remove the fine print, right?"
Caroline's already hot cheeks turned red immediately, and Melanie wanted to taunt Eric when she saw Eric 'bullying' Caroline again, but considering Natasha Henstridge was there , had no choice but to give up, just cast a supercilious look at him, walked into the villa, and Melanie had no intention of introducing the mansion to Eric in detail, and simply said: "Eric, because time is tight, we just let People replaced all the furniture with new ones according to the original style. The decorations in the house have not been touched. If you don't like it, I can have someone come and clean it."
Eric looked at this villa casually. Unlike other orthodox houses, the layout of the villa in front of him seemed a bit eclectic. The living room was not big, the floor was covered with marble, and the corridor directly in front was attached to a leading to the building. Going up the spiral staircase, you can see the terrace on the second floor when you look up. The overall decoration style is European-style, the main color is white, there are some abstract paintings on the walls, and there are bonsai vases and other decorations in the corners.
Looking away, Eric felt that Melanie stopped talking and glanced at her.
Melanie had no choice but to say again: "The bodyguards have already installed a brand new security system. They live in the hotel opposite the club. If there is any situation, Carter and the others will come over within two minutes, and the security guards in the community will also take care of them." There is an alarm. That's all, Eric, there is nothing else, and Carly and I will go back to Caesars Palace."
Eric knew that Melanie was referring to Caroline again in a cold war way, so he was not angry, but just nodded: "Okay, you guys go back first, you can take Carly everywhere these two days Go around, there are still many interesting places in Las Vegas."
Melanie nodded with a formulaic smile, and walked out with Caroline on her arm.
Pulled by Melanie to leave the villa, Caroline still couldn't help but turned her head and glanced, and said, "Mei, it's not good for you."
Melanie opened the door of the car that the company temporarily provided for them, got into the driver's seat, looked at Caroline who got into the co-pilot, and said, "Silly girl, I'm not all because of you."
Caroline immediately pinched the hem of her clothes guiltily, and said in a low voice as if she was still a little sad, "I, I'm too small."
"You're too timid," Melanie started the car and drove out of the country club, her tone filled with hatred, "Tsk tsk, this is the first time I've seen a twenty-seven-year-old virgin. .If I were you, I would have found a chance to get naked and get into his bed. With the BOSS's temperament, he will never ignore you like this again in the future."
Hearing Melanie's tough suggestion, Caroline's face turned red like an apple, her eyes dodged to look out the window, and she retorted slightly: "He, he didn't ignore me."
Melanie sighed again, thought for a while, reached out and patted Caroline's little shoulder, and said, "Actually, that guy is definitely not as good as you imagined, you just never liked anyone before." , The little brain has another tendon. Actually, it’s not bad for a girl to give the boy she likes for the first time. If you want, I will help you once. Get closer to him and see him more, you I guess it's going to die down slowly."
Caroline blinked her eyes a few more times, her voice trembling slightly: "Mei, you, what are you going to do for me?"
Melanie patted the steering wheel and said, "Of course it's to help you not become a twenty-eight-year-old little virgin."
When Caroline heard these words, she finally forgot the lady manners she had cultivated since she was a child, and said loudly like a frightened kitten, "How can this be done!"
Melanie gave Caroline a sideways look, stopped talking, and continued driving.
After a while, Caroline let go of the car door handle she was holding tightly, gave up the idea of jumping out of the car and fled, and silently bent her legs and curled up her whole body on the seat.
It was almost at Caesars Palace that Melanie spoke again: "Hey, I'll ask you again. If you don't want to, just shake your head. If you want to, you don't have to say anything. I'll help you find opportunities."
Caroline lifted her chin that was resting on her knee, was stunned for a while, and then put it down softly.
Melanie turned the steering wheel and parked the car in the parking lot of Caesars Palace. Instead of pushing the door to get out of the car, she leaned over and hugged Caroline's petite body, patted her lightly, and said, "Well, that's it It's settled, if you are sad at that time, you can cry to me, but you are not allowed to do anything stupid."
"I won't do stupid things," Caroline finally said softly, feeling Melanie's concern.
"It's hard to say, you are so stupid."
In the mansion of the country club, the two women left. Eric took off his coat and hung it on the hanger. He looked at Natasha Henstridge, who was walking around with his hands behind his back, and said, "Do you want something to drink?" ?”
"Well, black tea, or anything else," Natasha Henstridge blurted out her preference, and quickly changed her words.
Eric smiled and said, "Then I'll go and see if they have prepared black tea."
"Thank you, do you need my help?"
"No, you are a guest," Eric shook his head and said, "If you are interested, you can look around."
Natasha Henstridge didn't refuse. Seeing Eric walking towards the kitchen on the right, she also took off the light gray women's short windbreaker, and only wore a bottoming sweater and white casual trousers. Wearing high heels, walk towards the spiral staircase in front.
Eric doesn't usually have the habit of drinking tea, but Caroline and the others still prepared tea.
After boiling the water, making tea and leaving the kitchen, Eric called out to the invisible girl. After receiving a response, he followed the voice and carried the tray up the spiral stairs to the second floor.
When he came to the second floor, Eric saw an open living room next to a row of French windows facing the sun. Natasha Henstridge got up from the sofa there and walked over, took the tray in Eric's hand, The two came to sit on the sofa by the window together.
Although the second floor is not too high, but sitting by the window, you can still have a panoramic view of most of the golf course.
Natasha Henstridge helped Eric and herself pour tea, leaned comfortably on the sofa with a cup in hand, curled up her long legs lazily, looked out the window and said, "It's really nice here. "
Eric also held the teacup and said, "Should I say that I feel good and just stay here for a few days?"
"Hehe, I dare to live if you dare to say it, maybe I will hang on." (To be continued.)