“Guess so,” he says.
He’s silent for a while, and I let it hang. I look up and see a fresh cigarette tucked behind his ear, and I nod at it. “You broke down and got more?”
“Just bummed one off a guy from the maintenance staff,” he says, a resigned look in his gorgeous eyes. “Willpower’s not my strong suit.”
“I’m usually good at willpower. Not… not lately, though.”
He holds my gaze for a moment.
His eyes scan my body, up and down, and I watch his lashes flick back up to meet my eyes.
“Come smoke this with me,” he says softly.
He’s just being friendly.
Turn around and go.
He doesn’t want you… and he doesn’t want to be pulled into your baggage-ridden, complicated life.
But I shake my head, pulling the cigarette from behind his ear and stuffing it in my pocket. “Come up to my room instead.”
CHAPTER 6
CHASE
When Logan invited me up, I was certain he just wanted to get in my pants again.
It didn’t bother me.
I know the effect my cock can have on people, and honestly, it was just as flattering to have a guy be that hungry for it again that quickly.
But when we got to the top floor, it became obvious that Logan had absolutelynoplan for what he actually wanted to do when he invited me upstairs.
There are only four total suites up here on the 20th floor, and the biggest one is the VIP suite that belongs to him.
He opens the door and lets me in.
“Damn. This place is bigger than it looks in the pictures,” I mutter as I slide off my boots near the front door. “Quite a fucking far cry from my chaotic apartment.”
“What’s it like at your place?”
“Let’s see. Every surface is littered with piles of everything I own. All the walls are painted different colors, and I painted murals on two of them. I can find random keepsakes from three years ago, but I can never find my keys.”
“Bowl by the door. Get one, and you’ll never lose your keys again.”
I laugh. “You underestimate me.”
It’s the first time I’ve actually been inside the penthouse. It’s almost offensively luxurious. The other rooms in this hotel don’t haveshiton this suite, and that’s saying a lot, because the entire Bellwood is impressive.
But the view here is staggering.
It’s a different direction from where we faced earlier tonight on the roof, where we were looking south at the concrete jungle, toward the lower half of the city and endless buildings, streets, and lights.
Instead, the penthouse looks out onto the endless lush green of Central Park. Lights glow beneath the trees during the night.
I’ve drawn sketches of the park so many times.
Taken pictures in it, from ground level.
