“Where are we going?”
“I told you. I’m taking you home so I can kiss you.”
“You’ve kissed me, and this isn’t the way to my house.”
“I’m not done kissing you. My place is closer.”
“What? I read your fans were always lurking outside your condo’s main entrance. Security often calls the police to clear them.”
“We’re using another door. They’ll never see us. We’ll park underground.”
They pulled into an underground garage with heavy security.
While security staff parked his car. He whisked her up into his lavish condo.
She stood inside the entrance as he took her coat.
Rebecca saw the city laid out before her through a wall of windows. “The installers claim the windows have a one-way reflective coating that doubles as a UV protectant and for privacy.”
“Oh.” Rebecca didn’t know what she expected, but not this.
Hardwood floors gleamed around an appoin
