A doorman was instantly at their car, holding the door open for them. Sierra took his hand as she stepped from the limo, her eyes wide as she looked up at the impressive entrance to the five-star-hotel.
Damien joined her, then placing his hand on her back again, guided her inside. She looked around the incredible lobby, as she followed beside him. She didn't hear his conversation with the staff, but soon they were riding in an elevator, and walking down a beautifully decorated hallway.
The bellman assisting them slid his card through the key card slot in their door and they walked inside a massive suite with floor to ceiling windows seemingly everywhere. She walked over to them and looked down at a perfect view of the famous opera house. Maybe she'd be able to attend a show. Oh, how she hoped so!
The room was spacious, with work areas, a kitchen, bar, luxury bathrooms, even a baby grand piano. She didn't understand the need for such a large room for just the two of them, but she wasn't going to complain.
Within minutes of arriving, Damien told her to order what she'd like for food, and then he disappeared into the office, shutting the door behind him. She stood there, feeling out of sorts.
Not knowing what else to do, Sierra ordered room service, then settled in on one of the comfortable couches to watch the huge screen television. She fell asleep not long after picking at her meal and setting it aside.
Chapter Eight
Sierra looked at the outside of the tall building and felt her stomach drop. What was she doing? She should just turn around and go back to their hotel suite. She had no business being there.
She was tired of sitting in the interminable room. She loved the suite, especially the deep tub in the bathroom, and twenty-four hour room service. The room was stunning, beyond luxurious, and she'd taken advantage of just about every spa service the hotel offered, but still, she wanted to explore, not stay indoors.
Damien had been gone constantly, telling her to wait for him, that he'd have work for her soon, but a week had passed and it was getting ridiculous. She was going to confront the man. He either needed to give her some work, let her act like a tourist, or else let her fly back home to the states.
There was no way she wanted to go back to her father's empty home. The longer she was away, the more sure she was of that fact. She wanted to go and visit Bree, maybe even take her best friend up on her offer of a place to stay until she got on her feet.
The longer Sierra was around Damien, the more sure she was that his P.R. position was nothing more than a smoke screen. At least she was sure he didn't want her as his mistress as he hadn't made a single advance toward her since they'd arrived. She felt an odd pang at the thought.
No, she urged herself. She didn't want to be any man's plaything. But still, Damien was just so virile, it was hard for her not to want to run her hands along his incredible form. Only a blind woman could miss his flawless body, but loss of sight wouldn't be enough to keep lust away in his presence.
No, even the sound of his voice, rich, deep and so dang masculine could melt a girl, turning her into a puddle at his feet. She was in trouble and she certainly didn't want to feel that way. She'd felt too many negative emotions her entire life. She felt like it was her time to grow, live – really experience life to the fullest. She'd been a prisoner her entire life, and now she looked at her future in a whole different way. It was a feeling of true liberation, unlike anything else, and it was far overdue for her to spread her wings and fly.
With a lot of finagling, and bribery, Sierra had finally managed to figure out where Damien was on this particular day. She was now standing in front of the building he was inside and she found herself terrified of walking in the huge double doors and confronting him.
Dang it, though, if he wasn't going to have her doing a job, then he should at least have the decency to let her fly home. If he didn't say anything, her father wouldn't even know she was back in the States, and that would give her more time to build up her courage, find the will to stop fearing him.
Damien was at some sort of guy spa or gym. Heck, she didn't know, but it had been like pulling teeth to get the information out of the hotel staff. Finally, one of the desk operators had taken pity on her and disclosed his location.
He'd warned her it wouldn't be easy to get in and see Damien. He'd also made her promise not to tell where she'd gotten the information. Every time she called Damien, it went immediately to voicemail, so she was out of options. It was either this or, well, she didn't really have an 'or' in mind.
She looked at the security cameras lined up along the roof eaves, and the solid glass doors in front of her. She was waiting for the national guard to come storming out and haul her away, somehow knowing she didn't belong there, even though technically, she did have a lot of her own money.