His building was nice and wouldn’t be a bad place to hold up defensively. Front and side exits and what looked to be about twenty apartments all with large terraces.
“May I help you Miss?” and apparently a rent-a-cop security guard.
“I’m here to see Dr. Cullen,” I offered wondering if I should have brought I.D.
“Of course, Miss Black, top floor. He’s expecting you.”
“Thank you.”
Before I even knocked, he opened the door looking like he should be a Doctor on General Hospital.
“You came,” he said opening the door wider. He was very edible in his dark washed jeans slung casually low across his hips and black untucked button up and bare feet.
“I didn’t want to,” I lied stepping into his apartment. It was slightly larger than mine and actually had some of the same features. Exposed beams across high ceilings, huge kitchen, dark floors, lots of windows.
“Wine?” he asked turning to walk back into the kitchen.
“No thank you.”
“Bourbon?” he tried again.
“I’m fine.”
“Sedative?” he asked and I wanted to punch that stupid crooked smirk off his face.
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