Page 68 of Chandelier Enthralled
First, I was warned off Pulse360. Now, I’d observed Jewel entering that private club. They were connected.
But how?
Greyson had shoved me into his lap to hide me from Jewel Hadley. With my curiosity piqued, more questions rose to mind.
That place was sonota gallery.
The scent of Greyson’s rich cologne lingered in the air. He was intoxicating and effortlessly commanding, gripping the steering wheel with a force that was possessive, fingers steady, arms relaxed, the power in his hands undeniable, with every turn in direction precise.
Eventually, we drove by familiar landmarks of Beverly Hills.
Then we blew past Cameron’s turn.
I threw Greyson a concerned glare. “You missed it.”
He didn’t respond, just kept driving.
Finally, he parked outside the front of an impressive hotel. I’d driven this way on numerous occasions during my visits, but didn’t recognize the building—it was new.
Greyson reached for his jacket off the backseat and shrugged back into it.
“What’s your last name?” I said, needing to hear it.
He sat there for a beat, as if considering whether to answer, then met my gaze. “Why?” His voice sounded calm, but there was something in his tone, something almost sinister that made me blink at him.
A simple question, but his response made it feel like I had just stepped into a different world.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out at first. The silence stretched between us. Was he testing me? Challenging me?
I tried to steady my racing heart. “I just thought—”
“You thought…” he interrupted, the corners of his lips turning up slightly, but not enough to be called a smile.
I shook my head, unsure how to respond. “Never mind.” I couldn’t help but feel the weight of that question linger.
“Willa.” He leaned back slightly, his gaze unwavering. “You’ve stepped into my world uninvited.”
“You drove my car back. I didn’t ask for that.”
He climbed out and walked around the car to my side, opening the door and offering me his hand like a true gentleman.
I climbed out, struck by his words and curious as to where he was taking me. Late night drinks, perhaps. Where he could take pleasure from berating me for visiting his secret club. But I would get the chance to question him, too.
There was no bellman to greet us. It felt strange. Hesitating, I held back.
He arched a brow. “Intrigued?”
“Where are the valets?”
“We don’t need a valet. We’re fine parked on the street.”
Still, there was no one out here. The soft blue lights appeared subdued inside the hotel. Not brightly lit like you’d expect.
“Want an exclusive?” he coaxed.
“Interview you?”
That made him laugh. “Hardly. A sneak peek.”
