After turning into another hallway, even more lavishly decorated, and through a courtyard filled with the scent of lilies, he opened a door and invited her to precede him.
Tori stopped dead a few paces in.
‘A maid has been assigned to you, and a nanny to help—’ Bram’s words halted as he saw her face. ‘Is the suite not suitable? If not I—’
‘It’s perfectly suitable, thank you.’
Tori dragged her eyes from the domed ceiling with its mosaic tiles depicting an idyllic garden filled with flowers. The glittering background tiles couldn’t be real gold, she told herself. As for the elegant sofas and the beautiful, delicately carved side tables and the pots of colourful orchids... It was impossibly luxurious and gorgeous.
Tori felt simultaneously out of place and desperate to flop down on one of those pale couches and close her eyes.
The sound of water caught her ears and she turned. Tall, arched windows gave on to another courtyard where water sprayed in jets beside a long, inviting pool.
‘There’s a cot in the second bedroom and a range of baby supplies. If anything is missing you just need to ask the maid or pick up the phone. I can personally—’
Tori roused herself from her daze. ‘I’m sure we’ll have everything we need. Thank you, Bram. You’ve been most kind.’
Twenty minutes later she was feeding Oliver, seated in a deeply upholstered chair so comfortable it felt as if her bones melted into it. Her luggage had been unpacked for her. At her side was a frosted glass of juice and an array of mouthwatering pastries brought by a friendly maid.
She was surrounded by luxury, by people eager to please. And yet as she surveyed her sumptuous surroundings Tori wondered if she’d walked into a trap.
A trap devised by a man intent on securing his son at any cost.