Page 59 of Receiving His Mercy
He opened her door, holding out his hand for her to take.
“Thanks,” she said. “But I’m all right to get in and out of your truck. I don’t feel dizzy or anything.”
Just completely exhausted.
Which is probably how he managed to convince her to come home with him.
She was too tired to argue.
And admit it, you wanted to go home with him. You like spending time with him and you wanted to see where he lives.
“Better safe than sorry. And a man should always help a woman in and out of his vehicle. That’s just good manners.”
Wow.
“I haven’t met many men like you.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” he asked with a grin as he kept hold of her hand, leading her to the elevator. He had to use a code to get into the elevator and then to get it moving once they were inside.
“Hmm, jury is still out on that,” she teased him.
He let out a low laugh which sent a wave of arousal through her.
Stop it, body.
You cannot be attracted to this man. He’s a friend.
They rode the elevator up to the top level and when they stepped out there was a small foyer with just three doors leading off it. “Where are the rest of the doors?”
“Rest of the doors?” he asked as he unlocked the door in front of them. It looked like a really solid door. An alarm started beeping and it actually took a scan of his face before it shut down.
Wow.
He hadn’t been exaggerating about how good the security was for this building.
“You know, for the other apartments on this floor. Or are there only three?”
“There’s only three. But no one else lives in the other two.”
Bloody hell. Was he saying he was the only person living on this level?
She stepped into the large apartment, her mouth open as she looked around.
“You have the whole top floor to yourself?”
“Yeah. I didn’t need all of the room up here but I also didn’t want anyone living next to me permanently. So I had a couple of small apartments built on this floor. I’ve had some clients stay in them when they needed the extra security.”
“Wow. Am I staying in one of those units?” she asked as she looked around. They were standing in a generous entrance with high ceilings. She let him take her coat and hang it up in a coat cupboard.
“No,” he said. Taking hold of her hand again, he led her further into the apartment.
They ended up in an enormous living room with floor-to-ceiling windows. The view out to the Manhattan skyline was utterly spectacular.
“Wow. I can’t believe you live here. Do you wake up every morning and just want to pinch yourself?”
“Something like that.”
She wandered around, taking it all in. The huge U-shaped lounge suite and large, mounted TV. The marble floors. The state-of-the-art kitchen.
