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“Oh.” He’s finally going to open up to me, I realized happily. Finally, we’re getting somewhere!
But just as Thomas was about to speak again, the doors of the elevator pinged open and I followed him down a lush hallway into a beautiful condo.
“Wow.” I glanced around. “This is incredible.”
“That’s all because of Isabelle,” Thomas said. “Brett’s nanny, but she also cooks and cleans.”
“Oh,” I said in a small voice. “Is she here now?”
Thomas gave me a wicked smile. My lower belly gave a lurch to the side and I felt my cheeks pink with a hot flush.
“No,” Thomas said. “We’re all alone.” He leaned in close and raised an eyebrow. “I trust you feel safe.”
I nodded quickly. Safer with you than with anyone else, I thought. If only I could tell you how I really feel.
Thomas led the way into a beautiful, opulent living room with black leather furniture. It looked very adult, very masculine.
“I redecorated recently,” Thomas said. “I’ve always owned this place, but Marlene and I used it as a crash pad when we were married. She kept her house in Bed-Stuy, and I kept this condo.”
I nodded. “I like it,” I said. I glanced around, surreptitiously running my hand along the back of the elegant couch. “It really suits you.”
“Would you care for a glass of wine?”
My stomach rumbled and I fl
ushed hotly as I remembered Thomas’s warning from the last time we were together.
“Only if you don’t give me too much,” I said softly. “I…I wouldn’t want to…”
Thomas grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he said. “But sometimes, on a Friday, there’s nothing like a glass of wine.” I watched nervously as he set his briefcase down on the floor, then walked into the kitchen and selected a bottle of wine from an elegant chrome-and-glass wine cabinet. I gasped when I realized it was also a chiller.
“This is so cool,” I said. I looked around, feeling completely out of my element. “You have so many kitchen gadgets. I have no idea what most of these even do!”
“Oh, I don’t either,” Thomas said. He laughed. “I give Isabelle a budget and tell her to buy whatever she wants for the house. She’s here most days, from five in the morning until I get home from work.”
I nodded. “She must be good for Brett,” I said.
“She is,” Thomas replied. He handed me a glass of wine and we clinked. I couldn’t help but notice that his wine glasses were even more expensive-looking than the glasses had been at Daniel, or La Toscabelle.
“This is so good,” I said. I inhaled and took another long sip.
Thomas’s eyes gleamed. “June, exactly how hungry are you?”
“Not very,” I confessed. Truth be told, I didn’t think I could eat at all. I was so nervous to finally be in Thomas’s home that I could barely stand still. I wondered if we were finally going to have sex.
I wondered how perfect it would be.
“Good,” Thomas said. He set his glass down on the counter. “How do you feel about playing a little game?”
I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean?”
Thomas chuckled and reached out for my hand. When he touched me, sparks leapt from his body to mine and I shivered. It was the first time he’d touched me since we’d arrived back at his place.
“Come with me,” Thomas said. There was a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. Nervously, I licked my lips and followed Thomas down the hall and into a small, dark room. I frowned – aside from a large wardrobe and dresser, the room was empty.
“Is this where you keep your winter clothes?” I joked awkwardly, biting my lip when Thomas didn’t laugh.
His lips curled into a smile and he eyed me, starting at my face and moving his gaze slowly down my body until I was blushing beet red.
