Page 100 of Book Boyfriends
“My place,” he says, easing the car into a subterrain garage beneath the building.
I arch one eyebrow. “I thought we were goingoutfor dinner and a movie.”
“We are.” Mischief gleams in his expression.
The car parked, he takes my hand and guides me towards the elevators. He swipes a keycard and pushes theroofon the row of floor options. My hand remains in his during the short ride up. The elevator opens to a small glass enclosed lobby that overlooks a rooftop garden. Swiping his keycard again, he unlocks the glass door and leads me onto the roof.
Succulents, bright orange flowers bursting from their vibrant green stalks, and leafy trees in red clay pots create a romantic garden oasis. Ivy twines around a six-foot fence flanking each side of the building, serving as a barrier between the roof and the street below.
In the center of a cluster of bistro tables sits one draped in a white linen tablecloth. A bouquet of pink roses rests at the center of the snowy white covering. In the distance, several outdoor couches and chairs face a large projection screen.
“Rooftop dinner and a movie?” Smiling, I wave towards the little setup.
“Yeah. It’s outside, so we’re technically out.”
“That we are.”
He squeezes my hand, still gripped in his. “Sometimes too much peopling takes a lot, out of me and today wasa lot.”
“I’m sorry.” I wince. “We could have done this a different night.”
“No way.” He pulls me close, his free hand coming to my cheek. “I asked you out, remember? This lets me keep my promise for a night out with dinner and a movie.”
“And promises are important to you.”
“Yes.” He caresses my cheek, his gaze open and adoring.
“I like that about you, but if you ever need a break or need something from me, even if it’s only space, just say. It’s okay to put your needs first, at times. As long as you communicate them… Even if it means breaking a promise.”
“If you promise to do the same. Even if you think it may hurt my feelings.” He moves his hands to my waist, pulling me flush with him.
I wrap my arms around his neck. “Deal.”
“Deal.” He bends, nuzzling my nose with his. “I may be peopled out a bit today, but please know that I want to be here with you. I want to enjoy dinner and a movie with you. I took some time after I dropped you off, before I got all this ready, to recharge my social battery.”
“At least it’s just us, so I’m the only people you need to people with.” I peer around the rooftop. “I can’t believe you reserved the roof for our date.” My face scrunches. “Oh god, I hope you didn’t have to pay a huge fee.”
“No fee. I just closed it for the night.”
“Youjust closed it?”
“Yeah,” he draws out the word. “I own this building.”
“You own an entire building?” My jaw goes slack.
It’s not unknown to me that Davis has money. He’s a tech god and CEO, after all. Apps he’d invented are widely used across the financial industry. The revenue from that, and his investors, fund his company. I just didn’t think he had “owns a building” money.
He clears his throat. “Um…three.”
“You ownthreebuildings?”
“Nan did real estate before she retired. She drilled it into me that property is a good investment.”
“Thirty-six and you own three buildingsandare a sexy tech genius turned CEO.”
“You think I’m sexy?”
I make a “have you seen you” face and go on, “Am I in a billionaire romance? Oh my god, are you Christian Gray? Do you have a red room with whips and chains?” I waggle my eyebrows.
