Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
No dresses that I can see.
There’s a woman behind a marble counter with straight brown hair in a navy-blue skirt suit. Silvan takes my hand and hauls me over to her.
“We’re seeing unit 1209.”
She smiles brightly. “Of course. Your father said you’d be here.” She grabs a white envelope off the desk, slides a stapled packet of papers inside, then closes it and slides it across the smooth surface.
Silvan takes it. “Thank you.”
“You’ll want to take the elevator up to the top floor. Let me know if you have any questions.”
I do.
I wait until we’re past the receptionist on our way to the elevator before I ask any. “Your father is sending us somewhere? Should I brace myself?”
“No, it’s a nice thing,” he assures me.
I eye him as suspiciously as Hugh. “Your father isn’t nice.”
“To his family, he is. Sometimes,” he adds.
We take the elevator up to the top floor and exit into a hallway with a door on the left side and a door on the right side. The one on the right says 1209 in gleaming gold above the door.
“Here we are.”
Silvan takes a key out of the folder and uses it to open the door.
“Where is here, exactly?” I murmur as he steps inside, and I follow.
My eyes widen as I step into a beautifully decorated apartment. It’s massive with light-colored hardwood floors, marble accents, and gleaming white surfaces everywhere I look.
Off to the right is a dining area, a huge kitchen with white marble countertops, and a marble island. There’s a wine cooler behind the table and a second sink and counter area for making drinks.
Across the open floor plan room on our right is a seating area, white leather couches with a gray fur blanket thrown over the back. A white marble table sits between the couches with an ottoman in front and a big-screen TV on the wall it’s facing.
Beyond that seating area, I see a second living area with plush gray couches set up in front of a white marble fireplace, but what steals my attention is the wall of windows to my right. There are no window treatments so you can see out to the view of Boston Commons and the city skyline.
I stop in front of the window to look out at downtown, my jaw open.
Silvan comes up behind me and locks his arms around my waist. “Nice view, huh?”
“I’ll say.”
“Come on.” He takes my hand and pulls me through the living area with the gray couches toward the hallway.
There are four bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, and a study. One of the bedrooms has a couple of built-in shelves, though, and he says we could make that one my study if I wanted to.
My study?
I’m hesitant as he leads me back down the hall toward the main area.
“So, do you like it?”
“Of course I like it.” I’d have to be crazy not to like it. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s ours if we want it.”
I tear my gaze away from the view out the window to look back at him. “What?”
His lips tug up. “Turns out, the idea of even one night without you in my bed… I’m not into it. My dad thought we might like to have our own place a little closer to school. He owns this building, and this unit happened to be available, so…”
“You want to move in together?” I demand, somehow shocked despite my more logical side telling me every single thing I know about him should have led me to frankly expect this lunacy.
I can’t move in with him. I’ve barely swallowed agreeing to date him.
But do I really have a choice?
His dad is giving us his stamp of approval letting us live here, and yeah, it’s a gorgeous apartment, more than I ever dreamed of, but…
“Silvan, do you really think we’re ready to move in together?”
“I know it’s fast, but I like having you in my bed every night. And your living situation is far from ideal.” He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back against him. “Can you really tell me you’d rather live in a shared bedroom with three roommates than here with me?”
No.
Not without lying my ass off anyway.
“You liked spending the weekend with me, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I murmur. “But don’t you think…”
He gives me a minute, and when I don’t finish the thought, he prods me. “Don’t I think…?”
I lick my lips, my skin a bit warm. “Don’t you think you might get sick of me? I mean, living together is a huge step from dating and we were barely doing that.”
His lips find the curve of my neck. “Sophie, that is the most absurd fucking thing you have ever said.”
“It isn’t.”
“It is. Keep saying shit like that, and I’m going to drag you on a private plane to Vegas and marry your little ass to show you how serious I am.”