VIVIAN
“Wow,” I gawked. “Just… wow.”
“It’s just an office,” Jesse insisted as he took off his suit jacket and slung it over the back of his leather executive chair.
“This isn’t an office. This is bigger than my apartment.” “I guess it’s pretty spacious.” “Ah, so humble,” I teased.
“Make yourself at home. This shouldn’t take me too long.”
“There’s no rush.”
“There kind of is. I need to get you home sooner rather than later.”
Home.
He didn’t refer to it as the penthouse or the safehouse, but home. I knew it was probably a silly thing to fixate on, but the word made the butterflies in my stomach take flight.
I sat down on the couch facing the busy street below. I couldn’t get over the view. Traffic looked miniscule, people walking along the street like ants. Jesse didn’t pay it much
