the hell? I follow him through the parking lot, but he doesn’t say a word. My heart hammers in my chest. His car beeps as he opens it and we climb into the low luxury seats.
“Hello.” I smile nervously.
He checks the mirrors as I watch him. Isn’t he going to say anything to me at all?
“Hello,” he replies emotionlessly as he pulls out into the traffic.
He has his playboy sunglasses on and a dark charcoal suit with a crisp, light blue shirt and tie. His dark hair is messy perfection, and his day old growth is darkening his square jaw.
This man is the epitome of gorgeous. The way he smells. The way he looks. His mind. His beautiful, filthy mind.
I watch him.
His eyes stay glued to the road in front.
“Thanks for picking me up.”
He continues to drive and I turn to watch the road in front of us with my mind in overdrive. Was that even him messaging me last night?
What if it wasn’t?
“Did you have a nice night?” I ask nervously.
He glances over at me. “I did.” He raises a brow and I can tell he’s pissed off.
It was him!
“Did you?” he asks.
I clasp my hands so tight in my lap. “It started out well, but my Internet dropped out and it didn’t come back on until this morning,” I lie.
His eyes meet mine and he lifts his chin defiantly, as if not believing it for a minute.
I wonder did he go out last night after we spoke. For all I know he could have been at the Escape Lounge fucking some model all night.
Stop it!
His phone rings, connecting through the Bluetooth of the car. “Hello, Cameron Stanton,” he answers.
“Hello, Dr. Stanton. This is Pauline from Pediatric records at the children’s hospital.”
“Hello, Pauline.”
“Sorry to bother you, sir. We have a small problem.”
He exhales. “What’s that?”
“We have a new staff member and, unfortunately, when she was scanning the reports into the patient files, the latest report you did for Sasha Mills is not in there, and we’re unable to locate the original one.”
He rolls his eyes. “That’s fine. I will call in and resend it over to you.”
“Thank you. I just knew you wouldn’t be happy if it wasn’t here when you arrive.”
“Thank you for your call.” He hangs up.
He drives for a minute more and then turns abruptly. “We just have to make a quick detour.”
“Okay.”
He flies down the road and we sit in silence. I’m not sure what to say and he is clearly ignoring me. Finally, he pulls into a swanky suburb and pushes a code into a gated community security gate. The doors swing open and I frown. “Are we going to your office?” I ask.
“My office in my house.”
My eyes widen. He lives here? We turn a few corners down a long road, and he pulls into a large driveway with huge gates. He pushes another security code in and the gates swing open to reveal the most horrifying thing I think I have ever seen.
He’s rich.
This house is a mansion—like, an over the top mansion. He pulls up in the circular driveway. “Can you come in for just a minute?”
I nod, distracted by the luxury I’m surrounded by. “Is this your house?” I whisper.
“Yes,” he answers as he climbs out of the car and opens the front door with his fingerprint in some space-age key system. I get out of the car and slowly walk up the front steps as my eyes stare up at the high ceilings.
“I won’t be a minute,” he calls out from a room up the hall. “Actually, can you put the coffee machine on and I will make us one?”
“Okay,” I whisper as I look around. I don’t even know where the kitchen is.
“Kitchen is toward the back wing,” he calls, as if reading my mind.
“Okay.” I walk down a grand hallway to find the kitchen and my jaw nearly hits the floor. Beautiful and spotless—not a dirty cup or dish in sight. I look around as I feel my dread start to creep in. This is the most beautiful house I have ever been in, and the cleanest.
I glance out into the yard. The pool area looks like a resort pool.
Fuck off.
This is stupid rich.
I turn the coffee machine on and walk up the hall where I heard his voice come from before. “Hello?”
“In here,” he calls.
I continue up the hall until I come to the room he’s in. It’s an office—a huge, swanky office. He’s sitting behind