“LET GO OF ME!” I screamed.
The doors opened and he threw me in, he stood tall in front of elevator as the doors closed behind him. My body shook from all the adrenaline that was pumping through me. He turned his back and continued to brood. I could barely see the reflection of his face through the highly polished bronze doors.
Once we were inside his home he turned on the lights and disappeared up the stairs. He had left me alone with my anger and frustrations. I headed inside through the hallway and finally after being here twice before I could finally see how his penthouse looked like.
The penthouse was huge. The space was loft-like the whole area was open concept. The windows lined the entire penthouse with a wrap around veranda overlooking the city below. I could also see at the very end of the veranda there was an even larger patio with a Jacuzzi and a heated pool outside. You ask how I knew it was heated. The lights illuminated the steam that was rising off it.
I walked further inside, taking care not to make too much noise on his very expensive dark mahogany floors. I hesitated a bit but gave in and decided to head for his living room which looked like something an interior designer put together, what am I saying? I’m sure a designer came and did all this for him.
I sat down on a gorgeous dark brown leather couch which must have been Italian leather that had an old world patina look to it. The leather was soft and worn making it cozy and comfortable. He had two more couches that were the same flanking the one I sat on. I looked ahead and in front of me was a large fire place that had dark marble stones and wood accents. A beautiful off white colored rug lined the living room area while a large solid wooden coffee table was set in the middle with various remotes. I could see he had a very pricy looking entertainment system. I rolled my eyes all men were the same, it was them and their TVs against the world.
Towards the middle of the condo was a large gourmet kitchen, with gorgeous tones of black and white. I drooled looking at it. There were Sub Zero fridges, as I ogled the kitchen I saw…it couldn’t be, I stood up and walked over to the kitchen. I gently let my fingers caress the gas range stove. It was La Cornue’s Grand Palais 180, in black with sliver trim. You ask how I know? Working at a restaurant you learn a lot about foodies and their expensive toys. I loved to cook and dreamed that one day only if I could afford it I would look into buying their cheapest one, it was about five thousand dollars but this model was over fifty for sure.
“I guess you like the kitchen.” I jumped startled out of my dream about me and the stove. He was bare foot and only wore a pair of worn out jeans and a simple white t-shirt. My Suit could seriously rock the t-shirt jean combo. It was just like a one two punch, knocking you out with his sheer sexiness.
My heart sunk, he had taken a shower. He washed me off of him. I guess he was symbolically telling me something, he passed me and took a water bottle out of the fridge and swaggered himself over to the couch. Passive aggressive much!
I could feel my anger just seething to the top, when I got tired I didn’t care who was around me but god help you if you pissed me off and tonight two men were plotting against me.
I tapped my fingers on his white marble island counter; well it wasn’t an island so much as it should have had its own area code. I remembered that he left the pass key in the foyer and I was glad that I could leave. I seriously was pissed that I went against my gut feeling and was yanked here. I took a deep breath as he turned on his entertainment system and was going through his movie collection. That was it.
I swallowed my pride, hurt as I was. What the fuck did I do? I quickly moved through the penthouse to the foyer and took the key. Fuck him. I called the elevator, which must have gotten his attention and I waited. He literally slid across the floor ready to run towards me when I stood in front of the elevator door as it closed behind me. I had my arms crossed and my fingers strumming my biceps.
“That got your attention.” I hissed. His eyes were glowing a molten color of black and blue. I’m assuming he didn’t like being played.
“If you have a fucken problem Lukas I would appreciate you telling me, it irritates the hell out of me when someone ignores me.” I roared.
He stood tall glaring at me, “You didn’t call when you finished work.” He snapped.
“I was tired and had just finished I was going to call you after I had drank my wine.” I retorted. I can’t believe this is why he was angry at me.
“Really?” He took two steps towards me this time I walked over to him as much as he intimidated me I wanted to stand my ground. We finally met halfway.
“It wasn’t because you wanted to have a drink with that boy?” He accused. That nearly floored me.