The driver stopped the car and got out, then opened her door and helped her from the car. They stood in front of a tall, elegant looking building. It didn’t look like a hotel. More like a luxury apartment building. The driver rolled her overnight bag to the front door and the doorman opened the door for her. The driver led her across the impressive lobby, with marble floors, tall pillars, and huge floral arrangements, to an elevator.
“This is a private elevator.” He slid a card into a slot and the door opened. “It will take you to the penthouse.” Then he handed her the card and walked away.
The door closed and her stomach fluttered as the elevator started moving upward.
When the door opened, she stepped into a huge apartment with windows overlooking the city. She stepped onto the gleaming, dark hardwood floor of the foyer as she stepped from the elevator and glanced around, expecting her benefactor to be waiting for her. But there was no one in sight.
She glanced around at the elegantly furnished penthouse, with light walls and leather couches and chairs. The wood furniture had clean lines and large pieces of abstract art hung on the walls. The whole look was balanced by the softness of the plush carpets and cushions.
She walked across the floor and stared out at the city below. The sun was setting and the windows of the other buildings were bathed in orange light.
“Like the view?” a male voice asked behind her.
A prickle started along the back of her neck, then down her spine.
It wasn’t the voice of a stranger.
It was him.
She turned slowly, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Mason?” Astounded, she stared at the man she hadn’t seen in eight years.
The shock at seeing him had sent her totally off balance, but now she remembered the situation.
“Oh my God, you’re the one? But… you can’t…” she sputtered.
He raised his eyebrow in that way she remembered. “Can’t what? Be the one who takes your virginity?”
Her eyes widened. “That’s right. We just… I mean…”
She stared at him, the man who had left when she was eighteen. The man who’d made her feel special and cared for in a time when she had felt like nothing.
A man who haunted her hottest and most forbidden dreams.
She sucked in a breath of air and tried again. “You’re my stepbrother, for God’s sake.”
As a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotic contemporary romance, Opal Carew writes about passion, love, and taking risks. Her heroines follow their hearts and push past the fear that stops them from realizing their dreams… to the excitement and love of happily-ever-after.
Opal loves nail polish, crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, Zentangle, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her passion as a writer. She grew up in Toronto, and now lives in Ottawa with her husband, and three cats. One of her sons just finished a Masters degree at Sussex University in the UK and is now pursuing a second Masters at Carleton University in Ottawa. The other son is working on his undergraduate degree at Carleton University. Yes, mom is proud!