Chapter Fifteen
I fidget with my key fob all the way up the elevator. I’ve never brought a woman into my domain before — at least not with the intention of having her spend the night — and my brain runs through a mental checklist. What does she like for breakfast? Does she even eat breakfast? Coffee or tea? Or juice?
But as soon as the elevator opens, and we’ve entered my space, my worries fly away. She gasps, covering her mouth as she takes it all in — the open concept kitchen, the leather couches, the floor to ceiling windows that look north to Downtown. “This view, Danny. Wow.”
I shoot her a grin while giving a silent fist pump. “I’m glad you like it.”
She bends and gives me a view of her luscious a*s. It takes me a second to realize she’s removing her weapon. “Do you have a safe?”
