expecting them since Jack had already made himself at home at the plush pad. He gestured for them to take the private elevator and they rode in silence to the penthouse suite.
The doors slid open silently, revealing the spacious, opulent apartment in a rather dramatic manner. Holly’s gasp of pleasure made him ridiculously happy.
“Make yourself at home. Brunelli insists,” he said.
He started to give her the grand tour but he hadn’t gotten far before she was racing ahead of him, throwing open doors and exclaiming over every little luxury. All of the stuff that he’d come to take for granted over the years, ever since he’d first come into serious money.
Making money came easily to him—but holding on to it was another matter. It hadn’t taken him long to make back the fortune he’d so easily lost during his first shot at the big leagues. Learning from his past mistakes, he’d surrounded himself with people far more reliable than him and reveled in the glitzy lifestyle secure in the knowledge that his business partners wouldn’t let him repeat his past mistakes.
Jack trusted himself as little as Robbie did, maybe less—but he did trust Daniel and Brunelli and it was a relief to know that the employees of EverTech were safe from his curse.
Some people had a way of turning everything they touched to gold—like Danny, for instance—Jack, on the other hand had the unique ability to turn everything he touched to dust. He was a bull in a china shop when it came to life. Every ex-girlfriend would attest to that, not to mention his family and friends. Even those who loved him most openly admitted that he couldn’t be trusted. Not with anything that mattered, at least, and certainly not with anything involving a commitment.
Holly raced through the kitchen ahead of him, on her way to the wing that housed the master bedroom, her squeals of excitement echoing down the hall and drawing him out of his walk down self-pity lane.
He followed Holly’s excited voice and laughed aloud at her exuberance. Jack had grown accustomed to the blasé attitudes of the wealthy elite he was surrounded by these days and Holly’s reaction was refreshing. It made him feel like he was experiencing first-class living for the first time.
Jack caught up to her in the entrance to the master bathroom, where her mouth was literally hanging open in shock at the brilliant gold and marble opulence.
He grabbed her hand and gave it a tug. “Come on, you haven’t seen the best part yet.” He led her through the apartment to the back living room and through the sliding doors.
Holly let out a little squeak of pleasure at the sight before her. Paris, in all its glory. Lights twinkling across the Seine, the Eiffel Tower illuminated against the night sky.
“It’s like a movie,” she whispered.
Despite the view ahead of him, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. It was physically impossible to tear his eyes away from the sheer joy in those incredible eyes.
* * * *
It was magic. For the second time in her life, Holly felt like she was in a fairy tale. Was it this man or was it romantic settings where they seemed to find themselves? First a wedding in Tuscany, and now, on the balcony of a penthouse suite in Paris.
But she’d been in plenty of exotic, romantic destinations and she’d never felt like Cinderella before.
It was Jack. He was larger than life, like a hero from a comic book. Kind and handsome, intelligent and playful, sexy and…charming. She nearly laughed aloud at the realization—she felt like Cinderella because he was a real life Prince Charming.
She kept her eyes trained on the amazing display of lights before her but every sense was tuned in to the man beside her. He was watching her. She could feel his gaze move over her like a caress.
He wanted her.
The thought made her so hot, her insides seemed to melt. She needed air. Shedding her jacket, she inhaled deeply and ordered her body to calm down. This was ridiculous.
The doors slid open silently, revealing the spacious, opulent apartment in a rather dramatic manner. Holly’s gasp of pleasure made him ridiculously happy.
“Make yourself at home. Brunelli insists,” he said.
He started to give her the grand tour but he hadn’t gotten far before she was racing ahead of him, throwing open doors and exclaiming over every little luxury. All of the stuff that he’d come to take for granted over the years, ever since he’d first come into serious money.
Making money came easily to him—but holding on to it was another matter. It hadn’t taken him long to make back the fortune he’d so easily lost during his first shot at the big leagues. Learning from his past mistakes, he’d surrounded himself with people far more reliable than him and reveled in the glitzy lifestyle secure in the knowledge that his business partners wouldn’t let him repeat his past mistakes.
Jack trusted himself as little as Robbie did, maybe less—but he did trust Daniel and Brunelli and it was a relief to know that the employees of EverTech were safe from his curse.
Some people had a way of turning everything they touched to gold—like Danny, for instance—Jack, on the other hand had the unique ability to turn everything he touched to dust. He was a bull in a china shop when it came to life. Every ex-girlfriend would attest to that, not to mention his family and friends. Even those who loved him most openly admitted that he couldn’t be trusted. Not with anything that mattered, at least, and certainly not with anything involving a commitment.
Holly raced through the kitchen ahead of him, on her way to the wing that housed the master bedroom, her squeals of excitement echoing down the hall and drawing him out of his walk down self-pity lane.
He followed Holly’s excited voice and laughed aloud at her exuberance. Jack had grown accustomed to the blasé attitudes of the wealthy elite he was surrounded by these days and Holly’s reaction was refreshing. It made him feel like he was experiencing first-class living for the first time.
Jack caught up to her in the entrance to the master bathroom, where her mouth was literally hanging open in shock at the brilliant gold and marble opulence.
He grabbed her hand and gave it a tug. “Come on, you haven’t seen the best part yet.” He led her through the apartment to the back living room and through the sliding doors.
Holly let out a little squeak of pleasure at the sight before her. Paris, in all its glory. Lights twinkling across the Seine, the Eiffel Tower illuminated against the night sky.
“It’s like a movie,” she whispered.
Despite the view ahead of him, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. It was physically impossible to tear his eyes away from the sheer joy in those incredible eyes.
* * * *
It was magic. For the second time in her life, Holly felt like she was in a fairy tale. Was it this man or was it romantic settings where they seemed to find themselves? First a wedding in Tuscany, and now, on the balcony of a penthouse suite in Paris.
But she’d been in plenty of exotic, romantic destinations and she’d never felt like Cinderella before.
It was Jack. He was larger than life, like a hero from a comic book. Kind and handsome, intelligent and playful, sexy and…charming. She nearly laughed aloud at the realization—she felt like Cinderella because he was a real life Prince Charming.
She kept her eyes trained on the amazing display of lights before her but every sense was tuned in to the man beside her. He was watching her. She could feel his gaze move over her like a caress.
He wanted her.
The thought made her so hot, her insides seemed to melt. She needed air. Shedding her jacket, she inhaled deeply and ordered her body to calm down. This was ridiculous.
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