me. “Please, have a seat.”
“I’m afraid I’ll stain something,” I laughed, looking at the snowy seats with their black pillows.
He laughed as he went into the bedroom, tossing his jacket over the corner of the comfy looking, dark bed I could see.
Instead of sitting, I walked over to the window, thinking of how nice it would be to wake up to a view like this every morning. I wanted a place like this in the future, where I could feel like I had space, but remained in the city.
“So, what do you want to eat?” Chris called.
“Uh,” I said, turning and catching a glimpse of his bare back as he crossed in front of the door again. “I’m good for anything, I guess.”
I moved my attention back to the outside, blushing slightly. Even just a second of looking was enough for me to tell that he was very well taken care of under his designer clothes.
“I’ll see what’s close and ask if they deliver,” he said.
“Sounds good.”
I stared out at the skyline for a few moments before he joined me.
“What do you think?” he asked with a smile.
“You look nice,” I said, appraising his jeans and white polo shirt.
“I meant the view,” he laughed. “But thank you for the compliment.”
“That one is a given,” I said, my face still burning red. “It’s fantastic.”
“I bought this place because of it,” he said, nodding.
“Did you ever think of moving somewhere else?” I asked, curious.
“What do you mean?”
“You grew up here. Did you ever want to go somewhere else?”
“No,” he said firmly. “I know this isn’t the place for everyone, but it’s my home. I don’t think I’d be happy anywhere else.”
“I wish I would have grown up here,” I said with a smile of my own. “I’d probably already be working as an actress. I wasted so much time trying to get here.”
“It will happen,” he said reassuringly.
“When?” I laughed, turning back to the glass.
“That I don’t know,” he chuckled. “Perhaps it will come to me on the way to the loft.”
“If you say so.”
He tipped his head towards the door and we went to it, leaving his beautiful home behind.
I remained silent through our cab ride, listening to him call around to a few restaurants and ask what they served and if they delivered. By the time we pulled up to another high rise, he’d placed an order and given instructions on where to deliver it.
“Will we get in trouble for being here?” I asked, feeling like we were about to break into someone’s house.
“No,” he said, grinning. “The owner lives in Spain now. He told me to take good care of it until it was bought. I take that to mean I can lounge around and enjoy it before someone else snatches it up.”
“Do you think it will sell quickly?” I wanted to know more about how he worked. He seemed to really enjoy it, which was a good enough reason for me to familiarize myself.
“Absolutely,” he said with a nod. “I’m showing it to someone tomorrow , actually. I imagine it will be taken by the end of next week.”
“How long has it been on the market?” I asked in surprise.
“About two days,” he laughed. “No one’s lived here for several months. The owner finally decided he wanted to let it go.”
“Don’t places like these cost millions of dollars?”
“They do. That’s why he held onto it. If they ever decide to come back, they’ll have to pay for another apartment.”
“So if he’s selling then he’s probably decided not to come back,” I mused.
“Exactly.”
By that time we were already riding in the elevator to almost the top floor. I was excited to see this piece of prime, New York real estate. It was unlikely I’d ever get to again, unless I miraculously became a multi-millionaire.
The elevator doors finally dinged and opened, revealing a hall with only three doors. We walked down the royal blue carpet to the farthest one, Chris pulling a key out of his pocket.
He opened the entry and I gasped, looking
“I’m afraid I’ll stain something,” I laughed, looking at the snowy seats with their black pillows.
He laughed as he went into the bedroom, tossing his jacket over the corner of the comfy looking, dark bed I could see.
Instead of sitting, I walked over to the window, thinking of how nice it would be to wake up to a view like this every morning. I wanted a place like this in the future, where I could feel like I had space, but remained in the city.
“So, what do you want to eat?” Chris called.
“Uh,” I said, turning and catching a glimpse of his bare back as he crossed in front of the door again. “I’m good for anything, I guess.”
I moved my attention back to the outside, blushing slightly. Even just a second of looking was enough for me to tell that he was very well taken care of under his designer clothes.
“I’ll see what’s close and ask if they deliver,” he said.
“Sounds good.”
I stared out at the skyline for a few moments before he joined me.
“What do you think?” he asked with a smile.
“You look nice,” I said, appraising his jeans and white polo shirt.
“I meant the view,” he laughed. “But thank you for the compliment.”
“That one is a given,” I said, my face still burning red. “It’s fantastic.”
“I bought this place because of it,” he said, nodding.
“Did you ever think of moving somewhere else?” I asked, curious.
“What do you mean?”
“You grew up here. Did you ever want to go somewhere else?”
“No,” he said firmly. “I know this isn’t the place for everyone, but it’s my home. I don’t think I’d be happy anywhere else.”
“I wish I would have grown up here,” I said with a smile of my own. “I’d probably already be working as an actress. I wasted so much time trying to get here.”
“It will happen,” he said reassuringly.
“When?” I laughed, turning back to the glass.
“That I don’t know,” he chuckled. “Perhaps it will come to me on the way to the loft.”
“If you say so.”
He tipped his head towards the door and we went to it, leaving his beautiful home behind.
I remained silent through our cab ride, listening to him call around to a few restaurants and ask what they served and if they delivered. By the time we pulled up to another high rise, he’d placed an order and given instructions on where to deliver it.
“Will we get in trouble for being here?” I asked, feeling like we were about to break into someone’s house.
“No,” he said, grinning. “The owner lives in Spain now. He told me to take good care of it until it was bought. I take that to mean I can lounge around and enjoy it before someone else snatches it up.”
“Do you think it will sell quickly?” I wanted to know more about how he worked. He seemed to really enjoy it, which was a good enough reason for me to familiarize myself.
“Absolutely,” he said with a nod. “I’m showing it to someone tomorrow , actually. I imagine it will be taken by the end of next week.”
“How long has it been on the market?” I asked in surprise.
“About two days,” he laughed. “No one’s lived here for several months. The owner finally decided he wanted to let it go.”
“Don’t places like these cost millions of dollars?”
“They do. That’s why he held onto it. If they ever decide to come back, they’ll have to pay for another apartment.”
“So if he’s selling then he’s probably decided not to come back,” I mused.
“Exactly.”
By that time we were already riding in the elevator to almost the top floor. I was excited to see this piece of prime, New York real estate. It was unlikely I’d ever get to again, unless I miraculously became a multi-millionaire.
The elevator doors finally dinged and opened, revealing a hall with only three doors. We walked down the royal blue carpet to the farthest one, Chris pulling a key out of his pocket.
He opened the entry and I gasped, looking
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