We drove into his building's private lot and parked. We took the elevator to his condo. The ride up was long. Nolan lived up on the eightieth floor. I couldn't help but stare at him while we rode up. His shirt was red and he had on black jeans, he looked smokin hot! I wondered what his bare skin felt like. He smelled so good it was heady. I really needed to stop undressing him mentally but I was preaching to an empty church. His condo was huge and there was glass everywhere, even his bookshelves were glass. It was right out of an episode of Dream Homes on HGTV. I walked over to the huge windows where his bookshelves were. The skyline was amazing. “Ava would you like a glass of wine or I have soft drinks, ice tea or water.” “I'd love some wine, please.” I looked over his books. He had titles on glassblowing, metal-working and a huge collection of Poe, Stephen King, lots of court room drama and at the very top I saw a lot of rock star biographies.
