Chapter 8

The elevator opened, and they got in. Thomas waited to see which floor Clark would push. He hoped it wasn’t the penthouse. He already found himself feeling a bit like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Clark pushed floor ten.

Thomas blew out a breath and tried to relax. He was a bit nervous, though. After what happened in the restaurant, he knew why Clark had invited him over. He wasn’t naive. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have sex with Clark. Hell, he did. The handjob had just whetted his appetite. But he was definitely out of his league.

Once they were inside Clark’s apartment, Thomas couldn’t help but be impressed. Immaculate white carpeting, black leather furniture, and a killer view of the city from the windows lining the wall.

“This is amazing,” Thomas said, looking out over the city lights. “How does it feel in an earthquake?”