Before I could second guess or try to convince myself that this was a bad idea, I turned and locked the door.
* * *
The car ride through town was long and traffic was awful which only added to my already elevated anxiety.
“Ma’am, it won’t be long until we arrive.” Trevor informed me, glancing in the rearview mirror and flashing a friendly smile.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Kingston can be intense but he is one the most kind-hearted people I’ve ever met. He is just sort of set in his ways.”
I nodded my head and started to fidget with my skirt. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, I just knew that whatever it was I was going to see it through.
* * *
A few minutes later we were pulling into an underground car park. Thesecurity officer that was stationed at the entrance took one look at Trevor and waved him in with a smile.
“That’s Mr. Widdle. He is the security for this building.” Trevor said without looking back at me.
I looked around the car park noticing many different models of expensive cars. There was one in particular that caught my eye. It was gorgeous, a candy apple red Lamborghini. I would never ever be able to own one in my lifetime but it was amazing to see one up close and in person.
My thoughts were interrupted when Trevor turned off the ignition and looked at me.
“This is a private car park, all of these vehicles belong to Mr. Kingston, you’re safe to wander out here, but if you must leave the building please do so with myself or one of the other security guards.” I smiled politely but I was uncertain why I would need an escort to leave the premises. I’m not a prisoner am I? That’s not what I signed up for. Before I could spiral out into the conflict I felt building, I suddenly realized what he had said:
This is a private car park.
all of these cars belong to Dallas?
The club must do really well.
I must have looked like a kid at a candy shop as I walked slowly toward the elevator, taking a moment to gawk at and admire each car. When I looked over to Trevor who I noticed had stopped walking all together, he was wearing the biggest grin on his structured face.
“Sorry, it’s not everyday you see so many collectors editions in one place. This is nuts.” I said more to myself than to Trevor who finally started towalk again.
* * *
The elevator moved so fast that I wondered if it was a private elevator as well.
I guess it would make sense.
When I looked down at the panel on the wall, they were all labeled.
One floor said Gym, the next said Laundry, another said Wardrobe…
“Does he own this entire building?” I asked Trevor, puzzled.
He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by the elevator doors opening. My eyes focused right on the Adonis of a man that stood leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. The fabric of his tailored suit fit like a glove against his body, framing his exquisite physique, his mask safely fixed in place.
“Good to see you, sweetheart. Have you eaten yet?” Dallas asked as he pushed off the door frame and walked over to where I stood alone now. Trevor walked down a long hallway with my bags and disappeared into a room. I watched closely to find somewhere to fix my gaze other than directly and obviously on Dallas.
He chuckled from behind his mask, noticing my nervous fidgeting.
“We will need to break you of that awful habit,” he said, cupping my hand with his. “But first, breakfast.”
He led me into another room just outside of the open concept of his living room, into a dining area that housed a table big enough to fit an entire baseball team.
“Please, sit,” he pulled a chair out and motioned politely for me to take a seat.
A moment later, a woman came out of the kitchen and introduced herself as Mr. Kingston’s personal chef. I tried hard not to seem fazed by the exquisite life of luxury that he lived.
