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“So, imagine this as the heart of the apartment,” he says.
I do a three sixty, and nod with my crystal glass. The first whiskey was strong, and big, and I am starting to buzz. “Right,” I say.
Our eyes meet, and his jaw clenches, as my clit throbs.
Dear God.
“Now, follow me,” he says coldly, dragging me from being stupid, and excited.
We walk through the rest of the massive penthouse, and most of the windows are floor to ceiling. The epic views are more stunning than the others I’ve just seen, and one entire side looks over Central Park and its lake.
Another side looks over the endless skyscrapers, and I spot the Statue of Liberty in the distance.
Lorenzo next shows me a huge kitchen, and it has a large marble and oak island.
Down the far side of the penthouse, is an oak and stone gym with all of the latest gear. It’s gorgeous, and the sandstone tiles make it feel natural, and inviting.
The gym is on one side of the penthouse, encased in bronze colored glass. The sun streams in and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen a gym look inviting.
A large sandstone deck sits outside of it, and there are big sliding glass doors. It looks perfect for getting exercise, getting sun, and some natural vitamin D.
“If you want to work out, like everything, help yourself.”
We walk on, and Lorenzo shows me two other empty bedrooms and a sauna. As we push on, we pass a spectacular office overlooking Central Park. A desk faces Manhattan, and two other side desks are covered with movie scripts and movie posters.
Lorenzo slows at a large open door. “And this is where I live.”
He does not offer me a look inside, unlike every other room. The door is open, and I’m intrigued. I walk up to it, hesitantly, before peering in.
It’s massive, and a huge black bed sits in the center. White marble statues of women are in every corner.
Large black and white photos hang on the walls, and they are all sexual in nature.
Most look like body parts, and they are all sexy closeups.
They are sumptuous and teasing, almost like erotic fruit or flowers. I gulp, and my heart races. I’m unsure if I should avoid his eyes, and face, after exiting.
I screw up, and I back step instead. My butt slams into his rock hard body and crotch, and I jump, and peer up.
Our eyes lock, and I notice his are now cold and dark.
I did not expect to see that side of him, and it terrifies, and excites me. “Sorry,” I say gasping, and clearing my throat.
“No, I am, no one ever comes in here.”
Right!I bet a lot of people have come in there. And in all kinds of ways.
Lorenzo looks down at me, and our eyes hold for a beat longer than normal.
We walk to a complex looking security door, and Lorenzo flips locking handles. He opens the large door and enters apassage. Nervously, and semi naked, like him, I head up two flights behind.
After unlocking another high-tech security door, we are standing on the rooftop. The rain has stopped, and a light wind blows.
It’s stunning, and a sleek black helicopter sits on one side. Again, it is surrounded by old white Italian statues.
The other side of the rooftop is somewhat sheltered, and ornate. It has an ancient feel, with old stone gardens and trees.
Stylish iron furniture, and a large BBQ fill it out. Old eagle statues sit on all four corners and rose bushes are peppered around. Stunning views of New York City are also visible from every corner.
