Page 24 of One Weekend in Seattle

“Too soon.”

“Maybe.”

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The second the wordmaybeleft her lips, Gabby knew she wasn’t telling the truth. She wanted to spend the night with Sawyer, but something held her back: Her own fear. Was she enough for a man like Sawyer? Her ex certainly didn’t think she was much of a woman.

Rolling her eyes, she pushed all thoughts of her ex out of her mind and pushed out a breath. Here in Sawyer’s arms, she felt safe. How often had that happened to her? Not since she was a child.

Lindsay’s insistence to “let go” and “have fun” spun around in her mind. Three years of responsibility fell away. She wanted one night for herself. She wanted to be totally selfish and only think about herself.

“Let’s go to your place.”

His face registered surprise. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“If you want to go home, all you have to do is tell me.”

“I will, but I’d like to see where you live.”

His face froze.

“Unless you don’t want to share with me?” She wouldn’t push him.

“No, it’s not that.” The car pulled up, and Sawyer opened the door for her. He told the driver to go to home.

“I want to show you.” Sawyer leaned down. “Again, no pressure. But I won’t lie; I want to spend the night with you.”

“I’d like that too.” For once, Gabby was going to let go of all her fears, her worries, everything, and spend the night with this man who’d captured her attention. Hell, it probably wouldn’t take much to capture her heart.

“I’m glad.” He brushed a kiss over her lips. “I’ll take this as slow or as fast as you want it.”

“I appreciate that.” She did. They’d only had soft, short kisses and light touches. Lord, this was so not like her. But she was attracted to Sawyer. Actually, it was more than attraction, maybe she was in lust with him.

Gabby wasn’t thrilled with being in lust, yet she couldn’t say she wasn’t. Sawyer made her feel special, like a woman deserving of his attention. Several minutes later, they pulled up to a high-rise building.

“This is close to your club,” she said, noting the neighborhood.

“Yes. I can walk to work.” He helped her from the car, told the driver good night, and keeping his arm around her waist, guided her inside the building.

The lobby was tastefully decorated with sofas and chairs scattered around. There was a big reception desk with two men in uniforms seated behind it.

“Good evening, Mr. York,” one of the men said.

“Good evening.” He guided her to the elevators. Once inside, he slipped a card key into the slot and the pressed the button for the twenty-fifth floor.

“Security guards.” She’d heard about buildings that had them but had never been in one.

“Yes. It’s part of the amenities.”

“And what are the other amenities?”

“Gym, roof top area for parties and other gatherings, conference rooms, housekeeping, things like that.”

The casual way he said it made her wonder if Sawyer was used to this type of living. Maybe they needed to talk a bit more before she slept with him. Gabby inhaled sharply. Was she going to have sex with Sawyer? It was a possibility; otherwise, she wouldn’t have come to his place.

The elevator doors opened into a nice foyer, with a door in front of them. She glanced around. Sawyer opened the only door and gestured for her to go in. Gabby froze inside the doorway. This wasn’t any apartment or condo, but a penthouse.

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