Page 71 of Chandelier Enthralled
I shot Greyson a look of interest. “You’ve heard of him?”
“Kinda.”
“Maybe he was the architect for this place?”
“Why do you say that?”
I pointed to the pillars. “He incorporated myth into one of the pillars in the Cole Tower foyer. Maybe it’s his signature. Apparently, that’s what architects do.”
“The elevators at Cole Tower are pretty cool.”
“You visited?”
“When Cameron ran the company.”
“Henry runs it now, my older brother.”
“You’re like them,” he mused.
“How so?”
He arched a brow. “Hard to tell what you’re thinking.”
I walked beside him, sensing there was so much more to this man. “I don’t like games.”
“I’ll make a mental note.” His broad smile was disarming, his smoldering charisma making it difficult for me to look away because he really was striking. I sensed a kind of vulnerability, yet at the same time an obvious inner strength.
“If you’re thinking of taking me to a room,” I said, “I’m not going.”
He stood towering over me, as though to intimidate. “Room?”
It was the way he teased me, as though drawing amusement from my naivety.
“My brother will ask where I’ve been.”
He shook his head thoughtfully. “I don’t want to be anywhere near him when you tell him where you drove his car.”
I stepped back. “Does he go to that club?”
He let out a long sigh. “No.”
“Why did you bring me here?”
“You tell me.”
“Greyson, why did you return to my brother’s place, only this time you came with a lawyer?”
He met my gaze.
“If you want me to share anything with you, prove we have trust,” I said.
“You first.”
I folded my arms. “There’s this guy I met at work. He’s very junior. But he wanted to share something important with me.”
“At the job you were ordered to quit?”
I waved off that detail. “His boyfriend was murdered. A journalist. Chad suggested he has evidence to prove it.”
