Page 74 of The Tower

“Maybe not. But maybe RSC can help someone else. That’s the goal, anyway.”

“Using your superpower for good? How surprising.”

He matches my grin, then looks me up and down. “I’m usually bad,” he says. “I have to mix it up every once in a while. Otherwise, I’ll end up Karma’s bitch.”

The laugh escapes before I can stop it. “Yeah. I get that.”

For a weird and wonderful moment, we just look at each other. Then he clears his throat. “Thus ends the tour.”

“Really? What about the other bedroom?”

“You don’t need to see it. You’ll be sleeping with me.”

Despite my earlier irritation, a little frisson of pleasure races up my back. And why shouldn’t it? I’m rather enjoying sex with Liam Grimm. Besides, if every TV show and movie I’ve ever seen is right, men are much more manageable if they’re getting laid regularly.

In the interest of dealing with the man, I suppose I can handle a few more encounters under the sheets. Or on top. Or wherever he wants, for that matter.

“Something funny?”

“Nope,” I say, fighting my smile.

He shoots me a narrow glance, but there’s that tell-tale twitch in his lips. Whatever had prompted his harshness this morning seems to be fading. But at least now I know to keep an eye out for Mr. Hyde.

“Can I see it anyway?” I ask, nodding at the second bedroom door. I don’t know why I want to. I guess I’m just trying to gather all the information I can about this man.

“Oh, this is adorable,” I say when he opens the door. The room is flooded with natural light, and the bed is made up with yellow linens. Vases of silk flowers are scattered about, giving the room extra charm. Best of all, there’s a desk with a small workstation. If Grimm will give me access to a computer, I can sneak away to Elysium from time to time. At the very least, I can amuse myself by surfing the Internet.

We finish the tour of the place in the kitchen, where we sit sipping coffee and eating freshly baked chocolate chip cookies he’d ordered from a store just one block away.

“I couldn’t live here,” I say.

His eyes widen. “Really? You don’t like the place?”

“Are you kidding? It’s fabulous. But I’d have to buy new clothes every week because these cookies are seriously dangerous.”

“I think that’s why the developers turned the entire fourth floor into a fitness center.”

“Smart move,” I say, snagging another cookie. “Speaking of having to buy new clothes…”

I trail off, indicating the leggings and tee that is on the verge of becoming my signature outfit.

“There should be clothes that fit in your room.”

“My room?”

“You’ll still sleep with me,” he says, in a tone that broaches no arguments. “But the second bedroom can be your private area. Nap, watch television, whatever you want.”

“I want a computer,” I say, and he surprises me by agreeing immediately.

“I should have told you there’s a laptop in the bottom desk drawer in the yellow room. The password for the guest WiFi is Rebecca.”

“Oh. Thanks.” I hesitate, then decide to take the plunge. “Why are there clothes I can wear in that room? Did you —I mean, did you have someone buy outfits for me?”

“They belong to Maya.” There’s something about his tone. Casual, but with a hint of curtness, like it’s someone he doesn’t want to talk about.

I, however, do. “Who?”

“Maya Lane. A friend. She lives here part-time, and I’m sure she won’t mind if you borrow a few things.”