Carter Reed

powerful was he really? He owned an entire building as a home, in a city where no one owned a home like this.
    When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, it was similar in layout to the penthouse. A small hallway led from the elevator to a door. A bench, light, and mirror were in the hallway with an opened closet to the side. Empty hangers hung in the closet. As both guards crossed the hallway and stood at each end of the bench, I wondered if it was the same set-up as before. They stayed until I left? But the other guard was gone when I left Carter’s penthouse.
    “You can go on in, ma’am.” The first one gestured to the door. His arms crossed in front of him and his shoulders relaxed in his dark suit.
    I took a deep breath and went inside.
    Unlike the penthouse, which had been housed in darkness, this floor was bathed in light. The floors were marble white, the walls white behind bright wall decorations. A long table was in the middle of the room. It was also white. All of the walls were floor to ceiling windows. The city spread out around me as I circled around the floor. I couldn’t believe that this was where I would be living.
    A stairway led down at one end to the floors below. The entire building was brightly lit.
    Then I looked around my floor again. There were two bedrooms. Each of them had a private bath. I had my own living room set-up with two white couches around a fireplace that had candles inside of it.
    “How were the goodbyes?”
    I swung around. Carter stood at the top of the stairs. Gone was the dark sweatshirt and pants. He was dressed in a pristine-looking suit now. It was grey with blue lines that matched the blue in his eyes to perfection. A tie enhanced the colors even more.
    My mouth watered. “You look nice.”
    He frowned. “You don’t want to talk about your goodbyes?”
    I drew in a breath and looked away. “Are you going somewhere?”
    He sighed, but then moved towards me. “I have some meetings I have to get to.”
    Of course. That made sense. I had waited until Amanda returned after work to say my goodbyes. He was in the mob. Their work probably happened during night-time hours. “Oh. Okay.”
    His frown deepened. “I’ll be back in the morning. If you need food or anything, you can ask Thomas or Mike.”
    “Those are the big guys out there?”
    “Yeah.” A small grin appeared.
    I drew in my breath. His face transformed, even from that small change. I had seen it before, but it was still startling to see it again. He was beautiful—there was no other way to put it. His eyes darkened as he heard my reaction. He moved a step closer and reached for me.
    I reacted, stepping away from him, before I realized what I had done. I gritted my teeth together. I wanted his touch, but I feared his touch at the same time. A storm exploded inside of me from the dueling needs.
    His hand retracted to his side. “Okay.” His smile softened. “If you need anything, you can call me.” He gestured to the long table behind me. “There’s a new phone there for you. It’s safer for you to use that one, not your old one. Your old could be—someone could be listening in.”
    Oh. My brows furrowed together. Did that mean Dunvan knew it was me?
    “It’s just safer. Use this new one.”
    I looked back and was caught. I couldn’t look away. He had moved closer to me, within touching distance now. His voice grew quiet. “Franco Dunvan has no idea about your involvement. I have a phone company that’ll keep your line safe. I can’t guarantee that with your other phone. This would be a favor to me. It’ll make me worry less about you.”
    I jerked my head in a nod. I was overwhelmed with so many emotions.
    “Emma,” my name came from him in a soft whisper. He reached out and his hand slid to the back of my neck. He cupped my head and then stepped closer, almost pressing against me.
    I closed my eyes as I felt him. My arms twitched. I wanted to wrap them around him and pull him to me, but I couldn’t. So I hugged myself harder. I hadn’t even realized I’d been hugging myself from the beginning. He pressed into me. His breath teased against my lips as his forehead rested on mine.
    His other hand lifted and thumbed the corner of my lips.
    I gasped, my mouth parted.
    His thumb slipped inside, just an inch.
    Before I could stop myself, my tongue darted out and swiped against it.
    He whispered again, “Emma.” He drew in his own breath, tensing against me.
    “Sir.” A