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Before I follow him inside, I glance at the security camera positioned on the ceiling beside his front door.
I wave.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Nothing.”
He stands back and lets me through the doorway, a twinge of panic coursing throughout me when he closes the door behind me, the lock latching. I was already a little jittery, but the door closing behind me makes it feel like a cocoon of silence suddenly surrounding me.
“Everything alright?” he asks, standing behind me.
“Here,” I tell him, turning around and handing him his wallet. That’s what I came for, after all. “Nice condom, by the way. The ring is subtle, but not to be missed.” I lift my brows as I meet his eyes. “I didn’t know guys your age still carried those things around with them. Still got a few moves left, eh? Good for you.”
He takes a deep breath through his nose, circling me once before walking farther inside the apartment, and as I follow after him, I’m so overwhelmed with the grandeur and magnitude of the place that I don’t pay near enough attention to the rant he’s babbling on with–something about me being too fucking outspoken for my own good, and how I better watch my cheeky mouth or he’ll show me some of his moves just to shut me the hell up.
Wait.What?
“What do you want to drink?” His sharp tone of voice makes me pause.
“A beer. Please,” I tell him, eventually finding my footing again as he heads for the kitchen. I follow after him, because in all honesty, what else is there left for me to do at this stage. I’m so out of my element here and Reed no doubt knows it. Wild animals sense fear.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Sorry, I… it’s just… fuck me, this place is insane.”
Apparently, I am not as polished and shiny as my current surroundings.
Reed’s apartment is not as glamorous as the foyer downstairs, but rather it’s sleek and masculine. If it’s possible for an apartment to look like a black panther, then that’s what this place looks like.
The enormous living room is decorated with dark furniture, modern yet classic leather couches, and a flat-screen television that’s mounted on the wall beside one of those expensive gas-lit fires that hang from the ceiling. The living room seems to go on and on, a sea of luxury and perfection. It’s neat and tidy, everything has a place.
I glance across at the view, in awe of the twinkling lights that stretch out in every direction.
I wonder just how far he can see from up here?
Everything in the sumptuous kitchen is all white. White tiles. White shaker-style cupboards, all crisp, clean white with the exception of the stainless-steel appliances. The kitchen island is huge. The stone countertop must be close to twelve feet long. I didn’t know they even made them that big. I bet it’s custom-made. No expense spared.
“Bottle or glass?” he asks.
“Glass, thanks,” says the girl who not eight hours ago offered this man a soda straight from the can.
Reed doesn’t miss a beat. He walks past me to grab some glasses from the cupboard beside the large double sink, and that’s when his scent hits me.
It’s so wonderfully powerful that I close my eyes briefly, grab the counter with both hands and inhale deeply through my nose.
He’s freshly showered, and I don’t know if it’s Reed’s soap, or his expensive laundry detergent, maybe it’s his high-end shampoo, or his fancy cologne. It might just be his natural scent. But whatever it is, I want to saturate myself in it. It’s an elixir and I want to slide into the scent and stay there forever.
I open my eyes again and find Reed watching me.
“You sure you’re alright?” he asks.
I nod and swallow hard, trying to dislodge the rock in my throat. I probably look like some star-struck fan that’s somehow made her way into the inner sanctum of Cold Neptune’s front man. I should probably have security called on me. Does he have security? It wouldn’t surprise me if he does.
“Do you have security?” I ask.
Reed pours my beer. “Where? Here?” He shakes his head. “No.”
“Oh.”
