He stalked toward me and I was suddenly aware of how awful I must have looked. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe he wouldn’t want to have sex with me at that exact moment.
I reached up and touched a strand of soaking wet hair. “I know I must look…”
“Absolutely fucking sexy.”
He ran his hand down my cheek and grinned down at me. “There are droplets of water covering the skin I can see. I’d like to lick them from your body.”
I shivered and pulled the robe around me tighter.
“But first, I want to know why you’re crying.” He pinched my chin roughly like he had the day before, and exhilaration ran through me. “Sexy lips like these should never wear a frown.”
I wanted him to kiss me hard, but he pulled away, releasing my chin.
He spoke and looked at me like we’d known each other for years. It wasn’t terrible. It made me feel an odd sense of security that I hadn’t felt since Gran was alive.
“It’s nothing,” I said.
“I think I know what’s bothering you. Get dressed,” he said sternly. “I want to show you something.” He turned me toward the bathroom and patted my butt.
I picked out my nicest bra and panty set, and dressed quickly in the clothes he brought for me. The tags were still on them and I almost died when I saw that the pants alone were more than two hundred dollars. I quit looking from that point on. The shirt he bought fit perfectly and the green color of it looked nice with my red hair.
I brushed my teeth, ran a brush through my wet locks, and looked at myself in the stand-up mirror in the corner. Sebastian had really nice taste in clothing.
I went back into the living space and his eyes moved down my body like a seductive touch.
“You look amazing,” he pulled his shades down over his eyes and started toward me.
“Thanks,” I responded.
He held his hand out for me to proceed him onto the elevator, and then he got on, pushing the button to take us to the lobby.
His car was nice. No, it was beyond nice. It was a black Jaguar—sleek and sexy, just like him. He opened the door for me and I slid in. The rich leather hugged my bottom with love, and I melted into the comfort. He went around the car, took the keys from the valet, and slid in next to me.
He drove like a madman, flying past cars on one-way streets and running yellow lights as if they were green. My fingers dug into the door grip like it would keep me safe, and he chuckled at my side. He parked in front of a nice building. The brick outside was white and set with gold trimming.
There was a gorgeous archway that went into the front and glass doors with a doorman parked out front nodding nicely to the people that passed.
“Come on, beautiful,” he said, tossing his keys to the valet.
I followed behind him to an elevator. We waited for the door to open and warmth moved up my spine when he placed a hand on the small of my back as we waited for the elevator.
The elevator opened into a room. It was furnished nicely with feminine décor and again had a wall of windows that showed New York City outside.
He grinned down at me before he stepped off of the elevator and pulled me along with him. I took the room in—a sleek condo with expensive furnishings that were definitely decorated by a professional. I tried to figure out where we were, and then I started to see familiar pieces placed around the room. Pictures from Gran’s living room were on the wall and frames full of Kyle’s smiles were sitting on a table to the side.
I gasped. “Is this…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
“It’s yours.”
With a gapped mouth and eyes wide with shock, I made a circle in the room. I could hardly believe my eyes.
“But my things. How did you…” I felt the tears sting the back of my eyes.
“Vick. She took care of everything. Apparently, your friend that works at the club will tell anything for a few bucks.”
I turned back to him with wide eyes. No one had ever done anything so amazing for me before. Everything that I’d stored in Trish’s parents’ garage was there.
There were so many things I wanted to say to him, but nothing felt good enough. Instead, I went to him and threw my arms around his neck. He tensed and stood there without hugging me back.
“Whoa,” he chuckled, setting me away from him.
I pulled back and smiled up at him. “I have no words. Thank you, Sebastian. I’ll pay you back. I’ll…”
He held his hand up to silence me. “No worries. I’ll collect payment very soon.”
His eyes devoured my mouth and I swallowed hard.
“Let’s take a look at the rest of the place,” he said, turning his back to me and walking away.