Story Chapter 5 The Self-Appointed Tour Guide I’m still vexed by what Charlie said. I walk down the hallway barefooted, carrying my shoes in one hand. The premium hardwood floors are so glossy it should be a crime to trample on them in shoes. Belmont has taped signs on the walls that say, “Kitchen This Way” with an arrow pointing me in the direction I should go. It’s certainly a bit overstated to go through all that trouble, and Charlie has me doubting his brother’s authenticity. If that was his goal, then it worked. Why would Charlie know that Belmont’s good in bed? It’s simply weird. I’m sure he is insinuating that Belmont has had tons of girlfriends, which I’ve already guessed. I mean, look at him. He’s suave. If his “tactics” worked on me, then they’ll be as easy as biting into cotton candy if used on the average girl. Normally, I’m not easy to pick up. When I make it to the kitchen, I see Charlie sitting at the large island separating the fabulous gourmet kitchen from a plush lounge area.
