Danielle POV
We’re on the bike for nearly thirty minutes before Knox finally slows down. He pulls up to a set of tall, imposing gates that make me glance around, trying to place where we are. This place isn’t like the club at all. If anything, it looks like some kind of mansion, the kind you’d expect to see in a movie. Large, expensive, and intimidating.
When he cuts the engine, I stare at him, confused. He swings a leg over and stands easily, as though bringing me here makes perfect sense.
“You wanted to know more,” he says, glancing back at me. “An easier way to explain is to show you.”
I frown. Show me? I glance back at the building, its sheer size making me hesitate as he lifts me off the bike without waiting for me to decide. His hand stays firm at the small of my back as he guide
