Page 51 of Enthrall Climax
“Thank you, Ms. Lauren.” He navigated the car out of the alleyway.
I slumped back. “I could have walked.”
“You can’t be on your own.” His voice wavered as though considering the consequences he’d have to face for having missed me.
“No one needs to know.”
“I have to report daily.”
Great, now Shay and Cameron would be on my case all night.
Fighting this was impossible and I had no choice but to ride the rest of the way, staring out at the city I’d had no choice but to live in.
Within minutes we were out of the car and hurrying through The Walker Tower foyer, making a beeline for the elevators.
I spun around. “I’m fine now. Go dry off.”
“It’s door to door, Ms. Lauren.” He threw a warm smile at Mr. Jones, the concierge.
Jones threw a concerned glance at us and called the elevator. I offered an apology for dripping on the tiles.
“The weather turned quickly, Ms. Lauren,” said Jones. “How was your day?”
“Fine.” If you ignored the fact I looked like a drowned rat. “How about you?”
“Very good.” His gaze turned toward the front door and I suspected he was looking for Cameron. “You have a delivery, Ms. Lauren.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, a young lady went up to leave a package for you.” He glanced over at Clint and added, “She’s with Platinum Events.”
“Oh, right,” I recalled the phone call earlier as I scurried into the elevator. “Stay warm, Mr. Jones.”
Clint stepped in behind me and we shot up to the top floor.
I wanted to get inside, strip off, unclip this thing from between my thighs, and climb into a hot bubble bath. I couldn’t wait for the heat to soak into my bones.
The doors opened to the foyer that led to our vast place. Just this area alone was the size of my apartment back in L.A. I really was living a privileged life.
When I was halfway down the hall, I noticed a brunette sitting in a chair holding a box on her lap.
“Hello,” I greeted her brightly.
She sprung up. “I’m glad I got here before it began raining. It’s your wedding cake sample.”
I took it from her. “Thank you so much.”
“Just let us know what you think, okay?” She walked past me and into the waiting elevator.
I hugged the box to my chest and turned to Clint. “We’re kind of keeping it a secret from work.”
He glanced at the box. “I’ve been briefed.”
“Good. Well, thank you.” I gestured to the door. “I’ll be fine from here.”
Clint nodded and headed back down the hallway, pausing briefly to watch me rummage around in my handbag for the key. I entered the penthouse, grateful to be home. With a wave of thanks I shut the door behind me and headed down the hallway that led to the kitchen.
I placed the box on the marble island. This would be a good excuse to start a conversation with Cameron about what was going on in his head at the moment.
