Page 11 of Jurassic Measures
“Mmhmm…and what about you? When are you gonna date?”
I never had time and while I very much wanted a boyfriend maybe even a husband someday, it felt like so much work. Landry popped into my head again and I sighed.
“I have a date tonight but, Amber…” I held up my hand when she went to speak. “I’m telling you no more than that. If there’s more to tell you’ll be the first I’ll spill the tea to.”
That seemed to appease her. “Fair enough. Good luck tonight.” She opened her car door.
“You too.”
Once she drove off I made my way to my own car. I hoped tonight wasn’t a mistake. Landry was persistent, deliciously handsome, and certainly not at all harmless. I wasn’t going to know if running is the right call unless I give him a chance.
I started my car and made my way to Prescott Tower, praying the whole way that this wasn’t a colossal mistake…and humming “A Whole New World.” Uhg, fuck my life.
I regretted not going homeand changing but I didn’t smell, I was in a gorgeous suit I’d made personally for myself, and Landry did say to come right over after I closed. I was in the mentality that I wouldn’t let it get sexual because I hadn’t freshened up. Yeah…go me.
The doorman came over and opened my door. “Good evening, sir.”
“Uh, yes, good evening. I’m here to see Mr. Astor, he’s expecting me.”
He nodded and I stepped out. “Very good. You must be Mr. McPherson.” He waved over another man. “Your keys, sir?”
“Right.” I handed them over and he in turn gave them to the other guy. “Follow me.”
I did just that as my car was whisked away. The doorman walked me to the bank of elevators, slipped a black keycard in and pressed the button.
“Mr. Astor is in the penthouse.”
Of course he was. “Thank you.”
Once the doors closed I released a breath. This felt like a mistake—a big one.
The doors slid open and I took a tentative step out. There was a hallway decorated with crystal chandeliers, flower displays, and a burgundy carpet leading to a black door with what appeared to be a platinum ornate door knocker.Why does he need a doorknocker?
Once I was there, I lifted my hand to use it but the door swung open and a beaming Landry was there. He was in dark dress pants and a crisp white button-down, nothing else. No socks or shoes, no tie…totally casual.
“You came.”
“I said I would. I’m not one to lie.”
He chuckled and stepped aside. “Please, come in.”
Just stepping into Landry’s penthouse made me feel inadequate. It was insane…yes, that’s the word. We were at least a thousand feet from the lobby, maybe more, and I had no idea how many square feet the apartment was but I was sure it was a lot.
The floor-to-ceiling windows featured sprawling views of the city, parks, and lakes surrounding the area. There wasn’t a direction I turned in the apartment that wasn’t giving me a phenomenal view.
“Would you like a drink?” Landry shook me out of my gawking.
“Sure, whatever you’re having is fine.”
“Make yourself at home.” He walked off and I could see him move to a bar that would rival a high-end restaurant.
“This place is…I can’t ever imagine living in a place like this.”
Landry smiled as he handed me a tumbler of amber liquid and a sniff told me it was bourbon.
“It’s impressive, I won’t deny it and play it off as if it isn’t. It’s the epitome of luxury. And you could spend hours discovering all it has to offer.”
I sipped the bourbon; not much of a burn to it and that was all I needed to know about how expensive it was.
