Chapter 5
When the driver turned the corner onto one of the ritziest beach streets in Miami, I recognized the neighborhood right away. My burdened shoulders collapsed as my head imprinted into the leather backseat. “Jake. I already said I wasn’t comfortable going to your home.”
It wasn’t that I was afraid he’d lock me in an attic or something. It was because I feared he’d somehow get me to stay.
He placed an index finger across his tantalizing lips. “Shh.”
A sigh emanated from my mouth. There was no way out. I might as well relax and enjoy the ride. Part of me ached to see the bachelor pad, but I’d never tell him that. We pulled up to the front of the building and before long, we rode an elevator clear to the 56th floor.
The oceanfront penthouse extended over the water, and the view w
