CHAPTER 27: MY STOLEN DESIGN
ZARA:
I stepped into the elevator right behind Darius, my heart still hammering against my ribs from the impulsive kiss we had just shared in the VIP lounge. The gold-plated doors slid shut, sealing us off from the noise and the pulsing bass of the club below. We rode up in a heavy, charged silence all the way to the top floor, where his private penthouse suite was located.
Darius slid a sleek electronic card into the slot, unlocked the heavy double doors, and pushed them open, stepping aside to gesture for me to go inside.
I crossed the threshold, and my breath caught sharply in my throat.
The room was massive, breathtakingly spacious, and furnished with a level of luxury that made the VIP lounge look like a cheap motel.
I spun around to face him, my e
