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ever use this elevator,” he said as we ascended. “I’ve got a private service elevator down in the garage, but it was quicker to have him drop us out in front.”
    “You have your own elevator?”
    He nodded. “One of the many perks of owning the penthouse.”
    We came to a stop and the doors slid open, exposing a white foyer with gleaming marble floors, much like in the lobby, only without the streaks of black. I followed him into his apartment, to his spacious living room. It was very modern, with clean lines and sleek profiles, all decorated in shades of gray, from the huge sectional couch to the coffee table and area rug under it. The only things that weren’t gray: the ginormous flat screen TV opposite the couch, nestled between rows of floor-to-ceiling shelves, where DVDs and books sat. Behind the couch, the entire wall was one big window. 
    I walked over and peered out over the city. You could see the Eiffel Tower from here. It was lit up like a Christmas tree.
    Gabriel set his bags down and gestured to the hallway. “Your room’s down here.”
    He led the way down the white corridor, stopping at the first door on the right. The room looked like it was straight out of Versailles. An intricately carved gold headboard peeked out from behind a sea of throw pillows on the queen-sized bed. They matched the plush, silky bedding of gold and blush damask perfectly. The rest of the furniture—dresser, nightstand, vanity, and mirror—was also gold and delicately carved, with scrolling claw feet. French doors sat parallel to the bed, leading out to a generous terrace. Thick drapes in the same blush and gold fabric framed the doors. Cream walls and crown molding rounded out the room.
    If not for my heavy heart, I would’ve felt like I was in a fairy tale.
    He cleared his throat. “Is this…okay?”
    “It’s beautiful,” I murmured, reaching out to touch the soft bedding.
    “I’m glad you like it.” He crossed over to a set of double doors and pushed them open. “Closet and bathroom’s in here.”
    I walked across the threshold, into the bathroom that was three times the size of my dorm room. Cream tiles covered the floor and shower. A clawfoot tub sat off to the side, under a large window. A caddy hung off the tub’s lip, stocked with soaps, oils, and a loofah. I glanced over to the shower, seeing bottles of shampoo and conditioner already lining the shelves. The double sink vanity opposite the shower had cream-colored candles and bottles of perfume nestled between the sinks.
    Huh. I thought Gabriel didn’t have girlfriends. “Whose stuff is this?”
    “It’s yours. I had someone pick up some things for you.”
    Some expensive things , I saw, noting the perfumes were mostly Chanel, and the soap was some fancy French shit. “You didn’t have to do all this. I’d have been fine with shampoo from the dollar store.”
    Crossing his arms, he leaned against the wall. “Then you’re probably not gonna like what’s in your closet.”
    My brow arched as I brushed past him, walking to the door we’d passed on the way into the bathroom. I flipped on the light switch, stopping dead in my tracks.
    Rows and rows of clothes filled the gargantuan closet. My mouth dropped open so far it nearly broke my jaw. 
    Sweet baby Jesus…
    I ran my hand along the hanging fabrics, stopping at heavy burgundy silk. It was a strapless cocktail dress with a bejeweled black lace sash. The clear stones glimmered in the closet’s recessed lighting, making them look like diamonds. Hell, for all I knew, they were diamonds.
    With my fingers still on the dress, I scanned the rest of the clothes. There were t-shirts, blouses, sweaters, dresses, pants, jeans… At the end of the long closet sat floor-to-ceiling cubbyholes, filled with heels, flats, and sneakers.
    Gabriel had bought me an entire wardrobe.
    I took the dress in my hands off the hanger and inspected it for a price tag. I finally found one inside and nearly shit