No more than ten minutes lands us in front of a contemporary glass structure.
A formally dressed doorman opens my car door whilst another greets Adrian.
He leaves them the keys before walking around to take my hand.
A rotating door sits between two pairs of double doors.
Ade leads us through the door on the left. If I had more energy, I would insist on the fun merry-go-round door.
The lobby is no less than the pinnacle of grand luxury.
Black sofas are arranged around glass coffee tables.
The older gentleman at reception waves to Adrian, who smiles back.
We head to one of the lifts that line either side.
My shoes screech to a halt on the marble tiles. I cringe as a shiver knocks each vertebrae in turn.
Ade squeezes my hand and sidesteps closer.
The mirrored doors glide open with a ding.
Stepping into the lift, Adrian touches a key fob to the panel and selects the top floor.
Within moments, we arrive at a wide yet short hallway lined with abstract monochrome act. There is only one door awaiting us at the end of the hall.
Ade removes a key card from his wallet and with a swipe, the door clicks open.
He holds it back, allowing me to step into his alternative reality.
I feel my jaw drop.
Like…damn.
This is one of those places you joke about owning with your friends. You know, if you set the filter as "Price: High to Low" on a property website.
I'm drawn magnetically to the floor to ceiling windows, which curve around the perimeter of the living room to display Hyde Park.
No wonder the cafe was local, you could probably see it from another angle.
I have no energy reserved to filter my actions and go full-on kid in a candy store with my hands pressed against the glass as I lean on the balls of my feet.
Adrian chuckles behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Stunning!" I breathe.
Ade hums his response a he places a kiss behind my ear.
Suddenly the view fades away as I lean into his touch.
"Would you like a tour?" He turns my hips so I'm facing him.
Hazy, I just nod up at his watchful gaze.
Luckily, he doesn't press me any further before reclaiming my hand.
The tastefully masculine penthouse is split across two levels with the second floor landing overlooking the expansive living room.
The kitchen is fully integrated with everything you could possibly think of and more.
The black granite countertops with lines and swoops of white add to the sophisticated look.
The dining room feels more cosy with a solid, uncut wood table. I trace the natural curves of the oak with a curious hand.
It could comfortably sit twenty people.
"Do you host a lot of dinner parties?" I meet Adrian at the end of the table.
"Only when work bleeds into leisure." He states plainly as if the large table was a professional requirement rather than a personal choice.
He guides me into the hallway.
On this floor, there is a cinema room, gym, bathroom and an office complete with the qualifications to also be classed as a library.
Still gormless from the first half of the tour. I trail behind Adrian up the steps.
He indicates to the only room on the left being his, before leading me to a pair double glass doors at the end.
They open out to a large, almost wrap around, rooftop garden.
I venture into the night.
The rain has settled leaving a fresh smell in the air.
Following an intricate path, I enter a square section surrounded entirely by tall, lush plants.
A few heavily cushioned sun loungers are accompanied by side tables.
I sink onto one, it's more comfortable than some of the beds I've slept in.
As I turn my head to the side, I spot a large jacuzzi.
This place is truly a gift that just keeps giving.
Lifting my ankles, he sits on the end of the bed, letting my feet settle in his lap.
"You know this place is insane right?" I shamelessly enquire about his level of awareness.
"Really! I thought everyone lived in a place like this!" He smirks at me.
I playfully swat at his arm.
The bulk of pure muscle remains unfazed by my assault.
He catches my hand and pulls me onto his lap.
My hands rest against his solid chest, rising and falling as it expands.
Warmth radiates through his soft top, enticing me to snuggle against him.
Adrian rests his head against mine.
Growing heavy, my eyelids begin to bounce.
A summarising yawn escapes as I melt into him.
"Come on, we need to get you to bed." Ade shuffles, allowing him to stand with me curled up in his arms. "If you don't change out of those damp clothes soon you'll catch a cold."
Once back inside, he props me up on my feet.
He walks over to open the dark wood door of the room closest to him. He steps aside, encouraging me in.
The room is more than fully functional with a large fitted wardrobe, vanity, double bed and an en-suite.
Once I've had my fill, Ade takes me to the spare bedroom facing his.
As I step inside, I immediately spot my bag on a stool at the foot of the bed and turn to face Adrian with a quizzical look.
"It's the larger room, so I had your bag put in here. But, the choice is yours." Ade shrugs away my confusion.
He's not wrong, even at a quick glance, this room is noticeably larger. It's probably larger than the entirety of my flat.
Walking further inside, I noticed two doors and went to explore.
One lead to a large walk-in wardrobe.
The other hid a breathtaking bathroom. A section of the room was contained by glass.
A clawfoot bathtub sat at one end and a shower with multiple jets adorned the other wall.
There was even a bench.
That's probably nicer and less pathetic than sulking in an empty bath.
"So…What do you think?" I hadn't noticed Adrian joining me in the bathroom.
"It's perfect, thank you." The room went beyond any girl's extravagant Pinterest board of her dream bedroom.
"Great. I'll let you get settled, just shout if you need anything." He shot me a gorgeous smile before leaving the bedroom.
I rummage through my bag
Luckily, due to the potentially messy nature of my work, I always carry a complete shower kit and spare uniform, including undies.
I dig out my wash bag and head for the shower.
Peeling my damp clothes off, I hang them on the empty towel rack.
Testing the shower's full potential, I relax under the massaging streams of warm water.
Basking in the sensation, I opt for a long pampering shower to wash the night away.
I unfold one of the origami towels from the counter and roughly dry off before wrapping myself in the cloud.
Making my way towards the king sized bed, I decide I'd rather not sleep in a stiff green polo.
I slip on my clean underwear and secure the towel prior to venturing out to find Ade.
He's seated on the slate U-shaped sofa with a mug in hand.
"Hey, could I borrow a top?" I call from behind.
"Yeah, su…" Adrian's sentence trails off as he turns to face me.
His turquoise pools are wide and his strong jaw is slack.
My body burns under his gaze.