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slender—too slender—wrists as he pulled her along behind him.
Nicky’s instinct was to resist that pull, at the same time as she couldn’t help but be drawn to how attractive—and more approachable—Lucien looked in a casual white shirt, unbuttoned at the throat, and soft, faded jeans that left very little to the imagination in regard to what was beneath them; obviously he hadn’t had any appointments today or been expecting to attend any business meetings.
She gave a shake of her head in an attempt to stop herself from staring. “Where are you taking me—” She broke off with a gasp as Lucien pressed an invisible button on the wall and a panel silently opened into the space beyond.
Was there a bedroom in there? Or maybe just a bed?
Did Lucien imagine, just because she had come back here, that she was also agreeing to have sex with him? “Lucien, I only wanted to—”
“I’m through listening to what you ‘want’, Nicky, now I’m going to give you something that you need!” he growled uncompromisingly as he pulled her through the doorway and Nicky heard the panel close just as silently behind them, enclosing them in a carpeted hallway.
The door fitted so snugly that Nicky doubted she would be able to find her way out again. “Where are we?” she prompted nervously.
“My apartment,” Lucien bit out tersely.
His apartment was in the same building, on the very same floor, as his office? “You live here...?”
“Why not?” Lucien eyed her challengingly.
“But it says ‘Wynter Enterprises’ on the front of the building...”
He nodded. “Because I own the whole building.”
“Well I realize that but—you really do live here too?”
He gave a tight smile. “I really do, yes.”
Nicky stared up at him for several seconds. “Why?”
“Why not?” He shrugged. “The security here is excellent, I only use part of the top floor for business purposes anyway, so why shouldn’t I live here too?”
It made a certain sort of mad sense, if Nicky thought about it. “Is this another one of those ‘ensuring your privacy’ things?”
Lucien gave a humorless smile. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Nicky had many ‘problems’ with this particular man, but the most immediate one was the fact that she was now standing in his apartment.
That she was completely alone with Lucien in the complete privacy of his apartment...
“This way.” Lucien didn’t wait to see if she was following as he strode off down the carpeted hallway.
Probably because he knew she had little choice but to follow him; there was no door handle or button on the wall this side of the sliding panel that Nicky could see, and she could hardly continue to just stand here in the hallway.
Besides which, Nicky couldn’t deny she felt curious to see the rest of Lucien’s apartment.
She came to a halt in what turned out to be the kitchen doorway, rather than the bedroom she had expected.
A kitchen so huge that the whole of her apartment would probably fit inside it. It had black marble—surprise—work surfaces and cupboards with stainless steel fittings. A huge marble table stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by four matching chairs. All pristinely clean, and extremely tidy, as if the room wasn’t used much. Which it probably wasn’t; why would Lucien bother to cook for himself when he could take over whole restaurants?
Nicky’s attention didn’t linger too long on the beauty of the room as she saw Lucien was now taking food out of the huge stainless steel refrigerator. “What are you doing?”
“Feeding you,” he answered distractedly as he took a pan from one of the cupboards.
Nicky was so stunned at the idea of Lucien cooking for her that she couldn’t think for several seconds, let alone speak. “Why?” she finally managed to squeak.
“Because no one else seems to be doing it.” Lucien gave her a scathing glance. “What is your family thinking to allow you to get into this
Nicky’s instinct was to resist that pull, at the same time as she couldn’t help but be drawn to how attractive—and more approachable—Lucien looked in a casual white shirt, unbuttoned at the throat, and soft, faded jeans that left very little to the imagination in regard to what was beneath them; obviously he hadn’t had any appointments today or been expecting to attend any business meetings.
She gave a shake of her head in an attempt to stop herself from staring. “Where are you taking me—” She broke off with a gasp as Lucien pressed an invisible button on the wall and a panel silently opened into the space beyond.
Was there a bedroom in there? Or maybe just a bed?
Did Lucien imagine, just because she had come back here, that she was also agreeing to have sex with him? “Lucien, I only wanted to—”
“I’m through listening to what you ‘want’, Nicky, now I’m going to give you something that you need!” he growled uncompromisingly as he pulled her through the doorway and Nicky heard the panel close just as silently behind them, enclosing them in a carpeted hallway.
The door fitted so snugly that Nicky doubted she would be able to find her way out again. “Where are we?” she prompted nervously.
“My apartment,” Lucien bit out tersely.
His apartment was in the same building, on the very same floor, as his office? “You live here...?”
“Why not?” Lucien eyed her challengingly.
“But it says ‘Wynter Enterprises’ on the front of the building...”
He nodded. “Because I own the whole building.”
“Well I realize that but—you really do live here too?”
He gave a tight smile. “I really do, yes.”
Nicky stared up at him for several seconds. “Why?”
“Why not?” He shrugged. “The security here is excellent, I only use part of the top floor for business purposes anyway, so why shouldn’t I live here too?”
It made a certain sort of mad sense, if Nicky thought about it. “Is this another one of those ‘ensuring your privacy’ things?”
Lucien gave a humorless smile. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Nicky had many ‘problems’ with this particular man, but the most immediate one was the fact that she was now standing in his apartment.
That she was completely alone with Lucien in the complete privacy of his apartment...
“This way.” Lucien didn’t wait to see if she was following as he strode off down the carpeted hallway.
Probably because he knew she had little choice but to follow him; there was no door handle or button on the wall this side of the sliding panel that Nicky could see, and she could hardly continue to just stand here in the hallway.
Besides which, Nicky couldn’t deny she felt curious to see the rest of Lucien’s apartment.
She came to a halt in what turned out to be the kitchen doorway, rather than the bedroom she had expected.
A kitchen so huge that the whole of her apartment would probably fit inside it. It had black marble—surprise—work surfaces and cupboards with stainless steel fittings. A huge marble table stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by four matching chairs. All pristinely clean, and extremely tidy, as if the room wasn’t used much. Which it probably wasn’t; why would Lucien bother to cook for himself when he could take over whole restaurants?
Nicky’s attention didn’t linger too long on the beauty of the room as she saw Lucien was now taking food out of the huge stainless steel refrigerator. “What are you doing?”
“Feeding you,” he answered distractedly as he took a pan from one of the cupboards.
Nicky was so stunned at the idea of Lucien cooking for her that she couldn’t think for several seconds, let alone speak. “Why?” she finally managed to squeak.
“Because no one else seems to be doing it.” Lucien gave her a scathing glance. “What is your family thinking to allow you to get into this
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