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CHAPTER TWELVE
‘EARNED IT’ THE WEEKEND
The ride in the elevator was electrifying. Not just because it was fast, which it was, but because I can feel the raw sexual current in the air. I felt like a virginal sacrifice on a silver platter, and my core tightens.
But nothing, and I mean nothing, compares to how I feel walking into this predator's sanctuary.
Soft music plays from the surround sound speakers and I can't get over how luxurious his penthouse is. The lights are dimmed, but the soft glow shows just how beautiful the place is.
The windows are floor to ceiling and the lights of the city twinkle back at us beautifully.
The floors are soft grey wood, and they seem to glow with the flames of the gas fireplace.
The furniture is simple and elegant. A huge U-shape black leather sectional that can seat at least fifteen adults, sits in front of the fireplace with a glass top coffee table. Everything is tidy and clean.
Hanging on the wall, above the fireplace mantel, is the biggest TV I have ever seen. It’s turned off at the moment, but I can imagine the movie theater feeling when it’s on.
To the right of the mantel is a door that leads to a balcony and to the left is a wide hallway.
The crystal chandeliers glitter as the melody of the music wraps around me, giving me an electric charge through my bloodstream.
"Would you like a drink?" Leo's husky voice raises the hair on the back of my neck and goosebumps raise all over when his fingers graze the skin on my shoulders as he removes my jacket.
Looking over my shoulder, I reply, "As long as it's more of that delicious champagne." The bottle we had at dinner was magnificent, and the nerves in my tummy need a little help relaxing instead of swarming with butterflies.
Leo smiles and trails his hand down my arm in the most tantalizing way before pulling my hand toward the kitchen which is to the left of the hallway. It connects to the living room, giving the whole area an open look.
As we round the large kitchen island, Leo pulls out a stool for me, "Wait here, I'm going to see if I have a bottle in storage."
He tips my face up to his before laying a soft kiss to my lips before stepping back and going through a door behind me.
I feel like I can't get a deep breath with how crazily Leo dominates my mind and body. Even with him out of the room, I feel him all over me. Touching me, watching me, kissing me.
I try to take in a clearing breath, but it's useless. I've never been so deep with anyone, but I can’t deny the way Leo rules my every thought. From the moment I laid my eyes on his face, he has put me on the hook.
I may not be ready to say I’m ready for a commitment, but I'm damn sure ready to give him my body; ready to let him break and rebuild me.
Needing something to do, I stand and grab two hanging glasses from the rack above the counter.
Like the living room, the kitchen is stunning and showcases just how well crime suits the Mafia Don.
The refrigerator is hidden behind the wall and you wouldn't notice it if it weren't for the large touchscreen against the wooden panel. The screen shows the inside temperature and a list of items along with a suggested menu.
The stove looks like something that belongs in a five-star restaurant with its multiple gas ranges and wide top.
It's intimidating for a mediocre cook such as myself.
As luxurious as the whole place is, it feels cold and impersonal. Is this really his place or just a place to bring ladies?
I shake my head at the jealousy that runs through my mind.
Here I am, indecisive on going forward with Leo, but I'm jealous that he might have brought other girls here? Talk about ridiculous.
Choose him, bitch. Give in to what you know damn well you want.
My inner self shouts at me as I take my seat.
Luckily, I don't have to get into an internal argument because Leo comes back in.
