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“Your chariot awaits.”
Belatedly she realized Jennings was waiting for them, and a twinge of guilt assailed her. “Sorry to inconvenience you,” she told him as she slid into the vehicle’s warm interior.
“Not a problem, ma’am.” He cleared his throat. “Miss Kaylee.”
Jennings wended through the traffic of revelers and shoppers and tourists trying to orient their paper maps.
Finally they entered the parking garage at the city’s newest, swankiest building. She’d watched it being built and had seen all the advertising. Commercial space, including a coffee shop, bar, restaurant, fitness center, and high-end shops occupied the first few floors. The next couple offered offices and coworking space, and the upper levels were luxury condominiums.
How he afforded his lifestyle after his father supposedly lost the family business was something that intrigued her.
Jennings pulled to a stop near an elevator and then hustled around to open their door.
After grabbing her leftovers, Frost exited, then offered his hand to Kaylee.
She appreciated his warm, steady grip as well as his gentlemanly consideration. No other man had treated her like this, and she realized it was time to raise the bar in her life. Now that she knew this was possible, she wanted it all the time.
“Go ahead and take the rest of the day off,” Frost told the driver.
“Sir?”
“I’ll take Ms. Robbins home later.”
Jennings frowned. “If you’re sure, sir?”
“He wants you to enjoy your afternoon with pay,” Kaylee added helpfully.
With a helpless sigh, Frost shrugged. “With pay.”
“Thank you very much.” Jennings tipped his hat. “Enjoy your afternoon, sir.” He grinned at Kaylee. “Ma’am.”
“Kaylee,” she corrected again.
“Miss Kaylee.”
At the elevator, Frost pressed his finger to a keypad, and a green light danced from a square, glass-looking panel.
“Facial recognition.”
“Fancy.”
“And secure.”
Once they were sealed inside, he pushed a button labeled PH.
“Does that mean penthouse?” she asked.
“One of three in the building.”
The compartment whisked them to the top floor. She’d read about people who lived like this, but she’d never actually experienced it until now.
The doors opened directly into his home. His security measures made a lot more sense now.
“This is amazing.” His home was enormous, and her entire apartment could easily fit inside the part that she could see. Off to the right was a living area featuring a large couch and four chairs grouped around a fireplace that had a television mounted on the wall above it. In sharp contrast to her home, Frost’s didn’t have a single photograph anywhere.
She glanced to the left at the dining room and the kitchen that lay beyond. Finally he had a bar with a mirrored back and lots of shelves that were fully stocked. Glasses of various shapes—for wine, champagne, martinis, even margaritas—hung from wooden slats attached to the ceiling.
But a bank of windows on the far end of the unit beckoned her. Drawn to them, she took a couple of steps into his condo before stopping. After all, he hadn’t invited her to make herself at home. “May I?”
