Book 1 - Page 43 (1/2)

”I don't have clothes and stuff...”

”All you need is the toothbrush in your purse. We can run by your place in the morning for the rest. I promise to get you to work on time.” He pulled me into him and set his chin on the crown of my head. ”I'd really like you to stay, Eva. I don't blame you for running, but it scared the h.e.l.l out of me. I need to hang on to you for a while.”

”I need to be held.” I pushed my hands under the back of his T-s.h.i.+rt to caress the silken hardness of his bare back. ”I could also use a shower.”

With his nose in my hair, he inhaled deeply. ”I like you smelling like me.”

But he led me through the living room and down a hall to his bedroom.

”Wow,” I breathed when he flicked on the light. A ma.s.sive sleigh bed dominated the s.p.a.ce, the wood dark - which he seemed to prefer - and the linens a soft cream. The rest of the furnis.h.i.+ngs matched the bed and the accents were brushed gold. It was a warm, masculine s.p.a.ce with no art on the walls to detract from the serene night view of Central Park and the magnificent residential buildings on the other side. My side of Manhattan.

”The bathroom's in here.”

As I took in the vanity, which appeared to have been made out of an antique claw-footed walnut cabinet, he pulled towels out of a companion armoire and set them out for me, moving with that confident sensual grace I admired so much. Seeing him in his home, dressed so casually, touched me. Knowing I was the only woman to have this experience with him affected me even more. I felt like I was seeing him more na**d now than I ever had. ”Thank you.”

He glanced at me and seemed to understand that I was talking about more than the towels. His stare burned through me. ”It feels good to have you here.”

”I have no idea how I ended up like this, with you.” But I really, really liked it.

”Does it matter?” Gideon came to me, tilting my chin up to press a kiss to the tip of my nose. ”I'll lay out a T-s.h.i.+rt for you on the bed. Caviar and vodka sound good to you?”

”Well...that's quite a step up from pizza.”

He smiled. ”Petrossian's Ossetra.”

”I stand corrected.” I smiled back. ”Several hundred steps up.”

I showered and dressed in the oversized Cross Industries s.h.i.+rt he laid out for me; then I called Cary to tell him I'd be out all night and give him a brief rundown about the hotel incident.

He whistled. ”I'm not even sure what to say about that.”

A speechless Cary Taylor spoke volumes.

I joined Gideon in the living room, and we sat on the floor at the coffee table to eat the prized caviar with mini toast and creme fraiche. We watched a rerun of a New York-set police procedural that just happened to include a scene filmed on the street in front of the Crossfire.

”I think it'd be cool to see a building I owned on TV like that,” I said.

”It's not bad, if they don't close off the street for hours to film.”