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Huh?
The elevator takes off at a speed I realize would never work in my building because when I look closer, I see level 30. OK, then, that’s a few levels higher than our building.
The door opens and we are in a foyer with double doors. Fresh flowers sit on a circular table with some sort of inlaid wood design.
He presses his thumb to a panel beside the doors and a lock sounds. He opens the door and I step inside and am greeted by the most amazing view of the city.
I walk toward the floor-to-ceiling window, ignoring the rest of the room. Gazing out, I see the water, the buildings, everything, all of it lit by lights. It’s beautiful. I can only imagine what the sunrise looks like here.
Fletcher comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin on the top of my head.
“You like the view, Hollywood?” he says in his incredibly deep voice.
I shiver from his touch and he tightens his grip on me.
“It’s beautiful,” I manage. I turn in his arms and look up at him.
“What are we doing, Fletch?” I ask as he peers down at me.
He sighs. “I have zero ideas.”
“We…how does this work?” I ask, trying to find the right words.
“Well, first, I take you to my bedroom and then…” He trails off and smirks and I groan, giving his chest a little shove.
“You know what I mean,” I say with exasperation.
“I know, Camryn,” he replies. He steps back and holds out his hand. It feels like a pivotal moment, if I don’t take his hand, this all ends and we go back to hating each other, and if I do…well, I have no idea.
He’s patient as he watches me consider what I’m going to do. I don’t know why, but something my grandmother used to say pops into my head.
Grab life by the horns and enjoy the ride.
Should I throw caution to the wind? How can I ever truly trust him? If I pursue whatever this is and then it blows up in my face and ruins my business, will everyone in my life give me the I told you so look? Probably. Do I care at this moment? Not really.
Without a word, I place my hand in his and he tugs me against him, our lips colliding.
“Right decision, Tanner,” he whispers as he kisses me. He pulls back a little and cups my face. “I promise, we’ll figure it all out later. But right now, I want you in my bed.”
I swallow hard. In his deep voice, that sounds super fucking hot.
“OK,” I reply.
He grins like a kid who just won a board game. Only, I’m worried that we’re playing chess and I might have just exposed my king.
But when his lips find mine again, I forget everything else...for now.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Fletch
I hit the lights and push the dimmer, turning to survey Camryn. She’s stopped in her tracks and is wide-eyed.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Y-your room,” she says as she looks around us.
I turn and look at my room. It looks perfectly normal to me. Looking back, I watch as she steps further into the space. Her eyes follow the furniture around the perimeter of the room. It’s sparse. My clothes are in my closet. My room has a large bed and nightstands. A small table by the entrance with a few drawers. And a sitting area in front of the slider door that opens onto a small balcony. There’s a floor-to-ceiling mirror in a gold frame opposite the bed. And above the bed is a painting by an artist friend of mine. The coffered ceiling has a gold inlaid design that surrounds the painting. The walls of the room are a black-on-black design. The light wood floors running throughout my apartment continue into my room.
