want. There is a concierge service that will bring up your food daily.”
“Diego, if the rest of the residents live on other floors, why aren’t I with them?”
He stopped to look at me. “Because you’re royalty. Because you aren’t like them. And because I want you close to me.”
Diego started walking again. He pointed out some balconies and cozy looking spaces with couches as we walked. He also started telling me about my apartment and the amenities. It was kind of cute how excited he was to play tour guide.
We reached a white door with the number three on it. Diego unlocked it and opened it for me, smiling as I walked through the door. He watched me intently, waiting for my reaction.
“It’s pink. And bright…” I said while walking around. “It looks exactly like my apartment…”
I took in the familiar artwork on the wall, my dildo lamp, the pink couch and the wood floors. Even the layout mimicked my apartment. “How did you…” My voice trailed off as a violent hiss filled the air. “Pussy!” I yelled as my hairless cat scurried like a demon across the floor and under my white accent chair.
“Your cat is the devil,” Diego deadpanned.
“Don’t let a fierce pussy intimidate you, Diego. She likes her space and knows what she wants.”
“She’s also evil.”
I cackled while walking to my kitchen and then opened a cabinet. Even my mismatched dishes were here. I’d collected a bunch of china plates from Goodwill and had a hodgepodge of dinnerware.
“This is what I was doing earlier and why I wasn’t at the DVM with you. I wanted to do something special for you. Everything here is an exact replica. Your apartment at home is untouched should you decide to move there. I’ve paid your rent through the year and arranged for a cleaning company to keep it tidy should you choose to go back. I also had my personal shopper try to recreate your closet, but we’ve added a few items that you are welcome to wear.”
“You really didn’t have to do all of this,” I said while noting the nearly dead houseplant on my counter. They really did get every detail. How did he pull this off so quickly?
“I want you to feel comfortable here, Drew. I know that I got ahead of myself. I also set up an office for you in the building with everything you could possibly need for work. You are cleared to go to your job in person, but I wanted you to have a space here, too. I want you to feel comfortable with your training, and there might be some days we test your restraint and you need to call in. I know how important work is for you, and I don’t want this to interrupt.”
To say I was shocked would be an understatement. “And before you complain that I overstepped, know that we provide this for all of our members. We truly do want to cultivate your strengths and passions.”
He held the key out in front of him, but instead of immediately taking it, I wrapped my arms around Diego’s neck and pulled him close. “Thank you,” I whispered. I rested my head on his shoulder and breathed in the sandalwood cologne he put on this morning.
Diego broke the hug after a few moments, pulling back just far enough to look me in the eye. “I would do anything for you. I would rescue you a thousand times, kill for you or not kill for you, and I would even let you go if that’s what made you happy.”
I brought my hand to his face, cupping his cheek in my palm, and traced the contour of his prominent cheekbone with my thumb. I had been wanting to do that ever since I met him; his chiseled, well-defined cheekbones were a thing of beauty. After today, I felt closer to Diego. I thought the emotion sharing would feel intrusive, but it honestly helped me understand him better. Right now, I could sense how proud he was of my new apartment, how much he genuinely wanted me to be happy and successful, and how hungry he was for me.
I tilted my head and brought my lips to meet his. When our lips touched, an overwhelming rush of emotion surged through me, making me hungry for more. I wanted to be close to him.
Using my tongue to trace his bottom lip, I teased him, sucking and nibbling until a low moan escaped. I