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Wow, I didn’t think he’d say yes. Hold up… he wants me to go to his apartment? In the whole time I’ve known him, I’ve never been to his apartment.
“I don’t have a key to your place.”
“The concierge will let you in. Get ready, the car will be there in fifteen.” He’s quiet for a moment, as if he’s considering his next words carefully. “Pack some clothes for tomorrow. We might as well stay at my place tonight. I’ll see you soon, princess.”
What the hell is happening?
I’m distracted when I say, “See you soon.”
I disconnect the call and race to my bathroom, gathering up the products I need and swiping my bathrobe off of the back of the door. Throwing everything onto the bed, I rummage through my closet for a duffel bag. Some pajamas, clean underwear and a change of clothes for tomorrow go into the bag with my toiletries.
Suddenly overcome with nervousness, I sit on the end of my bed as nausea rolls through me. My stomach rolls and I swallow down the panic that threatens to overwhelm me.
Sebastian
Take a breath, get out of your head and go downstairs. The cars waiting.
How did he know?
As if on autopilot, I stand from my bed, swiping up my duffel bag as I move through my apartment. Downstairs, the driver has the backdoor of the town car open and his hand outstretched to take my bag.
“Miss Williams.” He tips his head in greeting as I hand over my bag.
“Thank you.”
I climb into the car, Sebastian’s familiar woodsy scent enveloping me. He’s sitting on the opposite side of the car, papers in his hand and his reading glasses perched on his nose, as he reads over them.
“I thought I was meeting you at your place.”
The corner of his mouth lifts, and the faint indent of his dimple appears. “I thought I’d pick you up on the way there.”
I try to keep my face neutral as what he’s just shared sinks in. Surely the club is closer to his place than it is to mine.I’ll know soon enough.
On the drive to his apartment, I ask Bastian questions about the club, trying to distract myself from scratching at my scalp. The drive passes by in a blur and he seems more than happy to talk, the papers long forgotten.
When the car pulls up outside, I look up at the gleaming building in front of me. It’s got to be at least forty stories tall. The late October sun glints off of the mirrored windows. Sebastian holds the door open for me, his hand ready to help me from the car.
As I move onto the sidewalk, my steps are sure as I walk toward the revolving door. As if it’s the most natural thing to do, his hand finds the small of my back as he falls into step beside me. The warmth of his palm, the reassurance I didn’t even know I needed.
The lobby is clean andveryempty. My sneakers squeak as we move across the lobby to the elevator. Sebastian presses the button and the doors swish open. He directs me in, following closely behind. It’s then that I notice he has my bag. I was obviously too distracted to have remembered that.
When he steps back from pressing the button for the Penthouse, I ask, pointing to the bag in his hand, “Do you want me to take that?”
He turns his body toward me, a small smile on his lips as he picks up my hand and kisses the back of my fingers. “I’ve got it, princess.”
I swallow thickly, my gaze locked on his as I stand mesmerized by him in the confines of the elevator. As the doors open, he gently tugs me forward by the hand he still has a hold on.
There’s only one door on this floor. White waist-high wainscoting runs around the lobby, with the upper walls painted a dark blue. Sebastian unlocks the front door and holds it open as I step in. His apartment kind of reminds me of the place we stayed in, in Chicago.
I stand by the front door, unsure what to do. It’s so clean and sterile, I’m almost afraid to mess it up.
“Why don’t you go and run the bath and we’ll get your hair washed? I can give you a tour later.”
“Okay.” I go to move before realizing I don’t know where I’m going.
Sebastian chuckles, his straight white teeth sparking in the daylight coming through the glass walls. “It’s just upstairs, second door on the left.”
“Right.” I move in the direction of the wide staircase.
