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private jet!), Kameron worked on his laptop, leaving me to amuse myself. Fortunately, I’d downloaded a book onto my phone. It wasn’t a gripping page turner, but it was better than staring out the window and counting the minutes. Or staring at Kam like a goon while he worked.
    For some reason, despite the fact that he’d basically blackmailed me into some sort of sexual arrangement I didn’t understand (because I hadn’t yet read the contract he’d given me), I just loved to look at him. And every time I did, I discovered some small thing that made him that much sexier.
    After we landed, Kameron spent the limo ride to our destination on the phone while I gawked out the window. I read the signs as we crawled through clogged streets. Water Street, Broadway, West Street. Lots of cars and taxis and people and signs. It was almost too much to take in.
    “Your first time?” he asked.
    “Yes,” I said, shifting to look his way. “It’s so . . . busy.”
    “That, it is.” He tucked his laptop into his briefcase. “We’re stopping at the condo first, to freshen up. My first appointment is in a couple of hours, so you’ll have a little time to relax and orientate yourself.”
    “Sounds good.”
    The limo pulled up to one of the many towering buildings I’d admired. This one had a gray stone façade on the first floor and red brick on the many floors above. The driver opened our doors, and out I stepped. Before following Kameron to the glass entry, I craned my head to look up. One, two, three . . . ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, or was it fourteen? Fourteen floors. We stepped inside. Wow. Glossy wood paneling, a gorgeous chandelier overhead, an information desk to the right, and sleek, white leather couches on the left. We angled through a wide opening just beyond the information desk, to the elevators.
    This was New York luxury.
    In the elevator, I watched the numbers illuminate as we zoomed up, up, up. We stopped on the fourteenth floor. Together, I carrying my purse and he his laptop case, we stepped out into a neutrally decorated hallway. And within minutes I was standing in a spacious living room, looking out across blue water and the Statue of Liberty. “Wow.”
    “This place was a steal for the location. And it has a pretty decent view.” Kameron stepped up beside me. “Let me show you your room.” He took my hand, weaving his fingers between mine, and pulled. Reluctantly, I followed. We traveled through the living room and down a hallway. He opened the first door. “Your room.” Pulling me in, he motioned to another door set off the side. “Your bathroom.”
    My gaze swept across the luxurious space. The bed was huge, neatly made with crisp white bedding. The walls were painted a soft gray. Darker gray curtains flanked the window to the right of the bed. And directly across from the bed stood a sleek, white dresser with a flat-screen television hanging on the wall.
    I felt like I was in a five-star hotel. “This place is . . . insane.”
    “It’s really quite simple. I’ve toured some condos that would take your breath away.”
    “I can’t even imagine.”
    “I didn’t want to spend a great deal of money on a place here. I don’t spend a lot of time in the city. I just needed someplace to sleep.”
    “Just someplace to sleep.” I chuckled as my gaze hopped around the room again. “You and I live in such different worlds.”
    “Do we?” He placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me toward him. “Are our worlds really so different?”
    “Of course they are. Look at this place. I live in squalor compared to this.”
    “And I was raised in a trailer park,” he said, his thumbs dragging over my collarbones. “We had a single-wide mobile home. We lived there until I was twelve, then moved up to a bungalow in Redford.”
    This shocked me. I’d always assumed he had come from money. As that old saying went, it took money to make money. So he’d somehow gotten his hands on capital to