Page 36 of My Destiny
My eyes widen, as my head snaps in his direction. “I was joking.”
“I know,” he says, chuckling. “Relax. I have a spare room. I won’t sleep well tonight unless I know you’re safe.”
“Fine.” Crossing my arms, I settle back into my seat as my gaze moves to the window.One-night,Hot Stuff, that’s all you get. Tomorrow I’m going back home.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Logan
Lifting her into my arms, I breathe in her sweet scent. I don’t know why I have this overwhelming desire to protect her, but I do. When she rests her head on my shoulder, snuggling into me, I can’t help but smile.
“Can you grab her bag,” I whisper to Chris.
Grinning smugly, he does as he’s asked. He’s probably amused because he hasn’t seen this side of me before.
I look down at her as I walk towards the lift. Yet again, I’m overcome by her beauty. The fact that she’s asleep and totally oblivious to me admiring her is even better. I was constantly reminding myself not to stare at her during dinner. She has the kind of look that I could observe endlessly and never tire. How anyone would want to hurt her is beyond me.
My eyes dart to Chris when he presses the button to bring the lift down. He’s still smirking, thefucker.
“Not a word,” I mouth.
When the doors open, he places Brooke’s bag inside and pulls out his key that allows the lift to take me up to my floor. “Have a good night,” he says, raising his eyebrows.
“Fuck off,” I say to his retreating back.
I hear him chuckling as the doors close. If he gives me shit tomorrow, I might have to sack him. I already know that’s not going to happen, but the thought amuses me nevertheless.
Brooke stirs the moment the lift starts to move. A look of horror clouds her face when she realises I’m carrying her. “Umm, can you please put me down?” she asks, squirming in my arms.
“Sorry,” I say, removing my hand from behind her knees. When her feet are firmly on the ground, I completely let go and retreat a few steps. “You fell asleep in the car, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Oh, okay.” She tucks her hair behind her ear, and things suddenly feel awkward between us.
Leaning back on the wall, I watch the numbers climb, hoping to reach my floor sooner rather than later.
When the doors finally open, I scoop up her bag and extend my hand for her to exit first. Her eyes are everywhere as we walk through the foyer and into the great room. The lights are dimmed and the blinds are up, allowing the view to smack you right in the face. The floor to ceiling windows span the entire wall, and I’ve got to say, even after all these years, I’ve yet to tire of the city skyline, especially at night when it’s all lit up.
“Wow, you live here?” she asks, glancing at me over her shoulder.
“I do.”
“This room alone is bigger than my entire terrace house.” I stand back as she walks towards the windows. “Look at the view from up here. Oh my god, you can see the Harbour Bridge.”
“The Opera House is just to your right.”
“Wow.” She takes another step forward until she’s almost pressing up against the glass. “I’ve never seen the city from up this high before. It’s breathtaking.”
“It sure is.” But I’m not looking at the skyline or the harbour—my eyes are trained on her. I bought this place because I fell in love with the view the moment I saw it, but now that she’s here in my space, there’s no comparison. She’s far more stunning.
She stares out into the night for the longest time, and I find myself smiling as I watch her. “I can’t believe you live here,” she eventually says. “Well, I can believe it, but you know what I mean. I’d probably never leave this spot if it was my home. I’d place my bed right here.” I chuckle at her words.
“I have the same view from my bedroom.” I don’t offer to show her, though. I know she’s already here under duress, and the last thing I want to do is scare her off. My intentions for bringing her here were purely honourable. “Unfortunately, you can’t see the bridge from the spare room, but there’s still glimpses of the harbour and a great view of the botanic gardens. You won’t be able to see it until morning.”
“I look forward to morning, then.”
“Can I get you anything? A drink, or something to eat?”
“No, thank you. I’m still full from dinner,” she says, glancing at me once more.
