They were going back to his place. They’d be alone. There’d be a bed. But she’d learned a lot about Phillip Kingdom in the last few hours, and some of those things surprised her. She’d thought he’d be arrogant. Instead he treated her kindly, respectfully. He’d opened doors for her that she’d thought had no keys, and he did it while leaving her spirit unbruised. No, she didn’t feel nervous. If she were honest with herself, she felt excited. Her put his arm around her, and pulled her in closer to him. “It’ll take a few minutes to get home. Why don’t you close your eyes?” Comfortable. Inhaling his masculine scent, she drifted to sleep. In what seemed like a heartbeat later, they arrived at his brownstone. Groggily, she followed him up the steps. He unlocked the door, put the oil and butterfly on an end table and flicked on the light. He gently ushered her to the living room. “Here. Sit down. Are you hungry? Thirsty?” “No. Sweaty. Stinky. I smell like cigarettes.”
