I want to feel like a woman.
A vampish, elegant woman with a touch of venom.
A woman who, with a little luck, just might convince Dr. Harrison O’Rourke that she’s worth something.
27
HARRISON
Damn. Bianca lives in a nice apartment building. And in a great part of town, right in the middle of everything.
She texted me her address earlier, and I’ve been looking forward to spending the evening with her.
Yeah, we have an ulterior motive, but it’s still a date. And our last date ended with me fucking her in the snowy courtyard in the back of an oyster restaurant, so my prospects of getting laid again are pretty good.
But even if I don’t, even if the night ends with nothing more than a chaste kiss on the cheek, I’ll enjoy it.
Spending time with Bianca is like taking the most noxious drug. Constant stimulation, not just in my dick but everywhere in my body. She’s so sweet, so elegant. But she’s also a Montrose, so there’s an element of danger with her.
I pull up in my gold Cadillac DeVille to the apartment building’s long circular driveway, where a valet driver waves me over. I get out of the car. It’s pretty chilly tonight for mid-March, and I’m bundled up in my long camel peacoat—a gift from Maddox. Underneath, I’m wearing a tan tweed blazer over a blue and white gingham shirt with dark wash jeans. Brown shoes and a matching belt complete the look. It’s a little casual, but I figured we’re visiting clubs that aren’t as exclusive as Aces, so the dress code might be a little more lax.
The valet driver approaches me. He’s quite tall, and bundled up too, with several scarves, a high-collared overcoat, and large sunglasses almost completely obscuring his face. He extends an arm, probably expecting me to hand him my keys.
“One sec,” I say. “The woman I’m picking up is probably on her way down. I’ll save you the trip.”
The valet nods silently but then points to a sign hanging overhead. Five-minute parking. No exceptions. Violators will be towed at vehicle owner’s expense.
“I got it.” I punch Bianca’s number into the phone and bring it to my ear.
A few rings, and then her sweet voice. “Harrison?”
“Hey there, babe. I’m parked outside the apartment building.”
“Wonderful. Do you mind coming up? I’ll buzz you in.”
“Sure. I’ll have the valet park my car.”
“Perfect. You don’t have to pay him. He’s included in my rent.”
“Good to know.”
“I’m on the thirty-second floor when you get inside.”
“Great. What apartment number?”
She pauses. “Just…the thirty-second floor. I’ll buzz you up.”
I nearly drop the phone. She has an entire floor to herself? Damn. She must make great money.
“Sounds good. I’ll be up in a jiff.”
“Wonderful. Bye.”
“Bye.” I pocket my phone and hand my keys to the valet. “Guess I’ll be needing your services after all.”
The valet nods and takes my keys.
I walk through the revolving door into the lobby of Bianca’s apartment building, and I’m nearly blinded by the atrium with polished marble floors beneath a cascading crystal chandelier. Walls of rich walnut paneling accented with bronze inlays lead to a long concierge desk of black granite manned by a man in a dark-green uniform.
