HILARIE COULDN’T HELP being impressed again when Eric drove onto his estate—yes, the boy had a genuine estate with trees that were twice as tall as the houses on her block, ridiculously large and well-kept gardens, and a pond as big as a pool. Ten apartment complexes could fit on his lawn easily, and it took a whole fifteen minutes to go up his driveway.
“You’re taking me to your place for our first date?” she asked.
“You owe me a night in my bed,” he said.
“So romantic,” she muttered.
He lifted her out of the Audi. Even though it wasn’t the first time that she had seen Eric’s mansion, looking up at his home still made her feel like an ant staring up at a human, like she was gazing upon something so much bigger and more significant than herself. There had to be at least a hundred rooms
