Page 71 of Tempting Rowan (Trace + Olivia 3)

I had been nervous for the flight, having never been on a plane before. Trent was an excellent distraction though. Well, his lips were.

We departed the plane and a sleek black car was waiting for us. I felt like I had stepped into a dream or something. Surely this wasn’t real life.

One man placed our luggage in the trunk of the car, while the driver got out to open the door. Trent slid inside and I followed him.

I looked around the dark inside of the car like it was the coolest thing I had ever seen. Trent watched me, a smile playing on his lips that he tried to hide behind his hand.

“To the Penthouse Mr. Wentworth?” The driver asked, driving towards the exit.

“Yes,” Trent smiled at my wide-eyed expression.

Penthouse.

This was too much.

I didn’t belong in this kind of world—of fancy houses and cars. I was certainly wowed by the luxury surrounding me, but it also served as a reminder as to how different we were.

My mouth dropped open as we drove into the city.

The skyscrapers, the lights, the people…all o

f it didn’t seem real.

“Wow,” I gasped, turning in my seat to see better.

“Are you happy you came?” Trent asked, brushing my hair off my shoulder.

I nodded. “Thank you…this is amazing.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he grinned, twisting the leather bracelet around on his wrist, “the fun hasn’t even started.”

The driver made a sharp turn and suddenly we were descending into darkness. I hadn’t even noticed the parking garage I’d been so absorbed by everything else.

The driver parked beside an elevator and hopped out to get the door for us. He offered me his hand and helped me out.

“I’ll have someone bring up your bags, Mr. Wentworth,” the man said, smoothing his fingers down his emerald green tie. He appeared to be in his fifties with graying hair and kind brown eyes.

“Thank you, John,” Trent said, shaking the man’s hand. I wasn’t sure, but I was positive I saw Trent slip some money into his hand. “Come on, Row,” his hand touched my waist, guiding me to the elevator. “Let’s get settled before I show you the city.”

He pushed the button for the elevator and I looked over my shoulder to see John pulling away.

The elevator doors opened and my jaw fell.

I never knew an elevator could be so fancy. The floors were covered in marble and the walls and ceiling were covered in a dark wood paneling.

“Based on how fancy this is,” I remarked, looking around the elevator in awe as we stepped inside, “I’m a bit scared to see what the penthouse looks like.”

Trent chuckled, inserting a key into a slot and turning it, then pushing a button.

The elevator began to ascend and with each floor we got higher, my heart raced faster.

It finally stopped on the very top floor and I held my breath as the doors opened.

I let out a gasp as Trent grabbed my hand, leading me inside.

The foyer area had marble floors, similar to what was in the elevator, and a round table sat in the middle with a large flower arrangement.

He pulled me through an archway and I gasped at the view. Windows spanned the whole back wall, and it felt like the skyscrapers were inside the room. “This is stunning.” I walked up to the windows, placing my palm against the glass. There was a small terrace with a fancy table and chairs set.

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