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Chapter 8
Kat
I release a sigh and soak in the early morning sunlight on the fire escape outside my room, wrapped up in a wool blanket that I found in the living room.
My cheeks are still flushed, my hair damp from the sweat that coated my face when I woke up, and my heart is still racing, beating its drum in a blend of excitement and shame.
I can’t remember the last time I had a sexy dream like this. His hands all over me, his intense gaze locked onto mine while I could feel his touch between my legs. It was all so real, so intense. My core was throbbing when I woke up, dancing in the same rhythm as my heart while I tried to make sense of my dream.
It was him, for sure. The handsome stranger from that night. I could see his face and I remember his intoxicating smell…
My heart jumps when I hear a noise outside my door, coming from somewhere down the corridor. Mrs. Warden must have woken up.
As humiliating as it was for me to be foisted off on her after Patrick’s horrific betrayal, I’m still beyond grateful for her support. And I hate that I have been lying to her about so many things, most of all my current job. It’s not shame that made me do it, but concern for her. She would be tortured with misplaced worry about my safety. I don’t want to hurt her like that.
Miss Barry said that the club will be closed for at least a week, which means I won’t get to seehimagain any time soon. The mysterious man who appeared in my dream—and whosesuit jacket I still hold in my possession. I’m glad I took it home with me, because it revealed a secret that he wasn’t willing to share.
His name.
I noticed the monogram when I put the jacket on a hanger in my closet. Logan Reid, embroidered with delicate silver yarn, right above the inside jacket. I mistook it for a brand name at first, but a little internet search quickly confirmed that Logan Reid is the man who fled The Velvet Rooms with me that night.
And what a man he is!
I found a lot of pictures and articles about him, singinghispraisesabout howhe became one of the youngest self-made billionaires in the country about a year ago.
He is a freaking billionaire! Not just a millionaire, no, abillionaire!
I can’t even begin to imagine what his life must look like.
Why would a man like him show any interest in someone like me? He must have dozens of fascinating and mesmerizing women in his orbit.
I feel small just thinking about it. Minuscule and irrelevant next to a man who has achieved so much more than me. He is so far out of my league.
Yet, I can’t stop thinking about him—and that kiss. My pulse speeds at the thought of it, but it will never be more than a sweet memory.
Just like that dream will always remain just that, a dream.
The steam that rises from my hotcaramelmacchiato blends with the clouds of my breath as I release a heavy sigh. It’s about eight in the morning, and the city is already buzzing with life nine stories below my feet. I listen to the familiar sounds of cars passing by, engines droning, impatient honking, joined by bike bells and the occasional outburst of frustrated yelling as people scurry on their way to work.
Normal people with normal lives and normal jobs.
Maybe one day I will be one of them.
At least I have a plan to make good money now. A plan that has been thwarted by an unforeseeable incident. But it’s only a matter of time until I’m back at The Velvet Rooms—and, if I am lucky, back withhim.
Logan Reid.
I wonder why he took off so abruptly after we made our way out? Who does that? Why did he come to save me, but then disappear without even saying goodbye?
He did come to save me, didn’t he? It seemed like he was worried about me, unwilling to leave unless I came with him. And he was so level-headed, so in control and not panicky at all—until we stepped outside and found that can on the ground. I could tell that something was bothering him when he saw it.
But what was it?
And how come he knew that there was no fire? The first thing I could think of when I saw the smoke was to fetch a fire extinguisher and ready myself to battle a wall of flames.
But he knew. He knew right away what was going on. Is it because he has experienced an attack like this before? Or is it because…
