“Good luck,” he says, his voice a bit low, a bit gravelly. My cock sings its praises, but I do my best to ignore it.
“Thanks,” I say. “Text you later?”
My hand rests on the door handle, and my heart sinks a little, knowing I have to leave.
Knowing I have to leavehim.
But this… this beautiful penthouse with a spectacular view and a gorgeous kitchen, this New York state of living and fancy keycards…
It’s not my life. It’s his.
For the briefest moment in time, I wonder what it would be like if it was mine, too.
Would he kiss me then? Drag me back into this place like a dragon hoarding treasure, unable to let me go?
I nod, opening the door, shoving the fantasy out of my mind.
After all, that’s all it can be. A fantasy.
Because my life isn’t going to bethis.It will never be big skylines and strolls through the Met and impromptu sushi and movies until three a.m.
“Sure,” he says, his voice tinged with sadness. I offer him a smile, a genuine one.
I’ve never faked a smile for Cam, and I don’t think I ever will.
I walk through the door, into the bright lit hallway, and queue up my ride. I won’t have time to hit the hotel, I realize, and instead put in the address of the first location then shoot off a text to the realtor.
“Do you have anything with a view?” I ask, staring at the third white-washed brick wall I’ve seen today.
Margo, the realtor, taps away on her phone. “Huh?”
I purse my lips. “Do you have anything with a view? You know, like a big window overlooking the city?”
She twists her lips and sighs. “Umm… I can check my listings, but that might take a day or two to arrange some locations.”
“Okay, that’s fine,” I say.
She chews her lip again. “I thought you were only staying until tomorrow? Leaving Sunday night?”
Shit. She’s right. I totally forgot.
I’d only planned on staying for the weekend to look at properties, and to treat Savannah to her birthday surprise, and then that was it.
I’d be back on my way to Ashbourne Sunday night.
Wake up in my bed Monday morning.
But I can change my flight. I can spend a little more time here. There’s no point in going home if there are more places to see, right?
“Change of plans,” I say as I walk around the open space, taking it in. Like the other buildings, it’s nice, but it doesn’t feel right.
Maybe I’m being too picky, but if I’m going to uproot myself and Savannah, I have to make sure the place is perfect.
Especially if I have to get Savannah on board. New York won’t be a tough sell for her. After all,Sechea’s headquarters are here and she travels here all the time for work when they need her. Being closer to the headquarters might actually help her get that promotion she’s been striving for.
But she’s also hard to please when it comes to this sort of thing. If it isn’t a brownstone on the east side where someone famous once lived, I’ll never hear the end of it.
I check my phone for the time. After this, I need to stop by the hotel, shower, and get ready to surprise Savannah.
