Page 21 of For the Lover in You
"She works for me," Tremaine answered. He was straight to the point. "Can I get the key? I'm on my lunch break and crunched for time."
"Oh, yeah, sure. One second." Laneese sped off to the back to grab the key.
"Sorry about that," he apologized. "Laneese is nosy as hell. She works hard, and she makes sure this place is run properly, but she will get in your business."
"Are you sure it's her being nosy, or something else?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"What do you mean by that?"
I instantly put my foot in my mouth. I had to remind myself that he was my boss now. I needed to watch what I said at all times. Before I could reply, Laneese returned holding a key fob.
"Here you go. Do you need anything else?"
He shook his head. "I appreciate you. Come on, Mila, let me show you the space."
I fell in line behind him, but I didn't miss the eye roll Laneese gave me. I chuckled and shook my head. She clearly had a thing for him, but he didn't have one for her. She had nothing to be concerned about with him and me. Regardless of how fineTremaine was, there was no man out there fine enough to make me ever want to deal with men again.
We finally made it to Apartment 2092. Tremaine scanned the key fob, and the door unlatched. He stepped to the side.
"Ladies first."
I opened the door, and a small gasp left my mouth. The pictures didn't do it any justice. The apartment was beautiful. It was spacious and full of color. There was colorful furniture in the living room, along with decorative art, like the art in the office. I walked further into the apartment, looking at each bedroom. When I made it to the primary bedroom, my breath was taken away. It was massive and had a connecting bathroom with a walk-in closet. There was also a king-size bed with white sheets and decorative pillows.
"Mila," Tremaine called.
"In the master," I replied.
I hadn't realized that he wasn't behind me until then. My mind was only on how beautiful everything was and how I couldn't wait to show KJ. It killed me to have him stay in a hotel while sharing a queen-size bed. Now he was back to having his own room and space.
Tremaine walked into the bedroom and smiled.
"This place is nice, right?"
I nodded. "Beyond nice."
"This is one showroom. I decided this room would be better for you since it already has furniture and everything. You don't have to keep it. You can add your own flair to everything."
"I can keep the furniture?" I asked, shocked.
"Yeah, it's all yours."
My head was about to explode. All of this was so much. I couldn't believe it.
"Mr. Houston, I don't know what to say."
I could feel tears building up, and the instant regret of the way I treated him that day at the diner killed me.
"Nothing. Just let me know how little KJ likes it." He smiled.
The tears I tried to withhold broke through, streaming down my face. I hurriedly tried to wipe them away but failed. Tremaine reached into his back pocket and handed me a silk handkerchief.
"Here, wipe your eyes. I get it. This is all overwhelming, but I hope these are happy tears."
I nodded. "They're a mixture of both. I feel like shit thinking about the way I treated you, and then you do all this. I just don't know what to say."
"All that is in the past. We're starting from scratch, so soak in this moment. This is about you and KJ. You can't let that motherfucker win. Don't give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose."
I cried harder, thinking about the potential battle that I would face in court with Kyle.
