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He whispered, “I’ll stand by you, and we’ll simply say the blogger is lying.”
My heart stirred. If I believed in us and the possibility of an us, then maybe I’d be different. I took his hand. “I know you will.”
“Good.”
We drew closer to his building. I wished there was more I could offer him. “I just don’t know… never mind.”
He sat back. “I can give you all the time you need. I’m in no rush about anything when it comes to you.”
None of this was like in the morning, when I’d woken up happy and cuddling with him. “Can I ask what you see in me?”
He inhaled and leaned closer to me. “You’re honest, make me smile, and are the most alive woman I’ve ever met.”
I pressed a hand to the side of his face. “That’s sweet. Look, let’s forget about our seriousness tonight and just enjoy being together.”
He bumped into my shoulder. “Does that mean you’re sleeping in my bed, or am I invited into your room?”
Good. Being in his arms was all I truly wanted, and in bed, we fit. My body heated as memories of the weekend replayed. “I am curious about your room. I avoided it last week.”
He kissed my forehead. “Sounds good.”
Now I saw his building and knew we’d be together soon. “Can I ask a random question?”
“What?”
My ears had buzzed earlier when he’d mentioned a gift. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but I was sure there was more to the butler’s story. “How come you called Charlie’s butler, and you don’t have one of your own?”
“I don’t want a butler. I like privacy.”
And I let it go. He hadn’t been in my life for long, and it wasn’t my business. I had enough problems, and asking about other people wasn’t going to help.
I squeezed Kir’s palm. “Me too. I like to keep what’s happening between us as private as possible.”
Then we landed. When the doors opened, a wind rushed through, and I held onto my dress. We descended, holding hands, and headed to the stairs that brought us to the penthouse. He held the door for me, and we both took off our shoes so as not to trek dirt through the house. It was a family custom. Once we were done, we headed right to the bedroom.
As he opened the door, he said, “So, this is my room.”
I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling bay windows that let me see out below. Nothing but glass pressed against me. The lights of the cars below and people moving around made me feel like we were in our own little universe. “These are huge windows.”
He reached for the button for closing the blinds. “I like looking down at the park.”
I took the remote from him and put it back down. No one could see us in the penthouse. We were alone, and I ached to be his again. I reached behind me to unzip my dress. “Kir…”
Then I let it fall to my ankles and stood in my bra and panties. He reached behind me, but I took his hand. He asked, “What are you doing?”
For once, I needed to be bold, and while I wasn’t sure what was in store for my life, I knew I wanted him, and a physical relationship was all I could offer. “We’re in the highest building around. I think we’re safe.”
He stared down at me. “Charlie and Hope were photographed in a hotel room.”
I reached for my bra. This was as daring as I would get. “Are you afraid of being seen with me?”
He took off his shirt and dropped it on the ground. “I think it’s the other way around.”
I reached for his pants and inside, past the elastic of his boxer briefs and right to his hard dick. “I need to work no matter what, Kir.”
He quickly lost all his layers of clothes. I checked to ensure that he was hard and ready as he said, “And I support that.”
“So kiss me already.” I let him go and slid off my panties.
