Page 249 of Terms of Exposure
Nothing.
I frowned, tapping the screen once like that might summon a response.
Still nothing.
With a sigh I tucked the phone back into my clutch.
She was probably busy. Wrapped up in Sebastian.
I could hardly blame her for that.
My lips curved as we pulled up to the curb—the familiar glass and steel tower catching the last streaks of sunset.
I thanked Harold, grabbed my clutch, and stepped out onto the sidewalk.
Heads turned.
A man in a tailored suit did a double take, nearly walking into a parking meter.
A woman with a stroller glanced over, then looked again, her brows climbing.
Before, I would have shrunk. Ducked my head. Crossed my arms over my body.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I held my head high.
Let them look.
I gave my hips a switch. Enough to make the fabric shift.
Enough to feel the power of it hum beneath my skin.
The doorman pulled the glass door open with a polite smile.
I stepped inside, crossed the lobby, and punched in the code for the penthouse at the elevator.
The doors slid shut, and the elevator began its climb.
A moment later it announced my arrival—the doors sliding open onto Damien's foyer.
The space was quiet. Warm light spilled from floor to ceiling windows, golden and inviting.
"Damien?" I called, stepping inside.
"Outside!" His voice drifted back, distant but familiar—a thread I could follow anywhere.
I set my clutch on the entryway table and moved toward the terrace doors.
My gaze drifted as I walked.
The bookshelf.
Our hidden door.
The playroom.
A shiver traced down my spine—anticipation, not nerves.
