She stepped out and looked up. The building was a sleek, modern high-rise. It suited Marcus. She thought it best they smoothed out their bumps in private. Despite their feverish reunion, there were still obstacles to overcome.Tabitha hurried inside. Live plants and contemporary furniture encircled the lobby. Large windows and high ceilings produced an open, spacious atmosphere. She checked in at the doorman's desk. The doorman was matter-of-fact and buzzed Marcus's apartment. Tabitha experienced a stab of insecurity. How many other women had stood right here waiting for permission to go up? Stop it, she admonished herself. Don't let silly insecurities get in the way.The doorman directed her to the elevator and she pressed the button for the correct floor. The elevator sped to the top of the building with fluid precision. The doors opened, not into a hallway as she expected, but rather an entry foyer. Polished marble bounced light onto mirrored walls. Before she exited the elevator, Marcus appeared in the arched doorway, holding out his hand.
What do You think about His Desire, Her Surrender?
