It was all to be expected when dating a man who seemed to own damn near everything. And the coveted view of Central Park…well, of course, he'd have one.
But James's tension was palpable, and it made me realize that this was a big deal to him. When the elevator opened directly into his apartment's marbled entry foyer, his grip on my hand tightened before he released me.
He unlocked the double-door entrance to usher me inside, and I could feel his anxiety as he watched for my reaction.
James's home was as beautiful as the man himself. It was so very different from his office, which was sleek, modern, and cool.
His private space was warm and sumptuous, filled with antiques and art anchored by gorgeous Aubusson rugs laid over gleaming hardwood floors.
"It's…amazing," I said softly, feeling privileged to see it. It was a glimpse into the private James I was desperate to know and it was stunning.
