Seduced By The British Billionaire(15)

“Come on baby,” she petted her car, shifting into drive. “Work with me.”



Old Jasmine responded in a timely manner, moving slowly with a couple groans of complaint. She edged her nose out to join the oncoming traffic, which wasn’t particularly heavy at this time of morning. Amber drove for the next twenty minutes down blocks of stores and tall buildings. She lived in the heart of New York City but she wasn’t a fan of taking the subway. She brought her little car cheap off of Craigslist from a little old lady who couldn’t drive anymore. She just wanted to get rid of it. Stop and go…Stop and go…It was a ruthless pattern. Taxis were everywhere, almost dominating the streets with a mustard yellow collage. People of all kinds filled the city. Hot dog stands stood on the side of the road, the peddlers eagerly serving lines of hungry working-class customers. Singers stood on the corners with their hats upturned to the waiting crowd. But as Amber approached the tall glass building of Condos, the filth of the streets lessened. Everything shined here. Beautiful Mercedes, Lexus, and even Porsche brand cars seemed a common occurrence in the area.



By the entrance there was a man standing in uniform, his buttons shining brightly. Obviously there would be Valet parking in the grand Condominium. But Amber was too shy to let him park her car. She pulled up a bit on the side of the street, parking by an hour meter.

She fumbled through her small black purse for quarters, but gave up after discovering her wallet was dry. Hopefully she could make it out in time before she got a ticket. She shirked the payment, got out of the car, and walked all the way up the nicely paved sidewalk. Before her lay a set of golden-rimmed glass revolving doors that led onto magnificent cream marble flooring. The air smelled of brand new leather as the breeze of the doors hit her nose.



Dear God it smelled amazing. Stepping into the grand lobby, the first thing she noticed was the large welcome desk. Behind it sat a woman with a tight bun and a serious expression on her face. She eyed the crowd quietly, stopping to take notes and answer the phone. There were men in polo’s and khakis of all ages, and women dressed from head to toe in brand name clothes. They walked almost wistfully, their noses slightly higher than the average person. This wasn’t the first time she had been here, but it was the first time in daylight.



The Elevator was located adjacent to the front desk. Some lady was kind enough to hold it open for her as she stepped inside. When the older woman asked her where she was headed, Amber replied, “To the Penthouse, ma’am.” She always did her best to remain polite.



The woman looked her up and down, her whole mood changing instantly. “Since when do they let girls like you in the Penthouse.” She questioned, clearly prejudice in her own fashion.



Amber’s face flushed. “I’m sorry,” she asked defiantly. The woman’s brash rudeness ultimately shocked her.



Curling her fingers tightly around her purse and tucking it further beneath her arm, the older woman turned around and proceeded to ignore her. She pressed the button to her floor, and then the penthouse button afterwards. Her curly hair was definitely colored. There wasn’t a speck of gray hair on her probably fifty-year-old head. The rest of way up was awkward. Amber stared around at random things, counting down the floors as they passed. She probably fixed her hair a million times before they reached the fifteenth floor, where the lady briskly exited. A young woman was standing by the doors waiting to enter. She hurried in, long blonde waves draped over pale shoulders. Her rouge lips upturned into a sweet smile upon seeing Amber.



“Hi,” she greeted, almost bouncing perfectly in her petite French peach dress. “I haven’t seen you around before. I’m Olivia, but I usually go by Liv.” She looked at Amber’s slightly thicker form with an enthused expression. The scent of vanilla emanated from her, filling the air with sweetness.



A little thrown off from the transition between her last resident encounter, and this young woman, she stammered over herself. “H…Hello. I’m Amber,” She held out a cold hand. How stupid she felt stretching out her greeting. “I’m just visiting,” she managed to say.



Shaking her hand, the girl touched her ever so slightly with soft buttery skin. She looked almost perfect. Maybe she was a model and loaded with money. The pearls on her neck had to be worth a tiny fortune, if they were real. Dear goodness, Amber thought while looking at her.



“Where are you headed?” Amber asked while posing for the buttons on the elevator panel.



“The Penthouse.” She smiled. “You?”