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overhead and the three screens she noticed on the dash lit up. One a navigation screen, the second a rearview screen and the third displayed a green image, “Seat belt.”
    “Is that a night vision screen?” She asked as she subconsciously obeyed, pulling her seat belt on.
    “Yep.”
    “And you need that stuff?”
    “Sometimes.” He smiled at her and pulled out on the road.
    “Thought for sure you’d be decked out with one of those Italian cars.” She hummed twisting in her seat to glance in the back. Four roomy captain seats facing each other, more screens and more switches over head. No bar— luxurious —but not to the point of being gaudy. Rather like a billionaire's military assault control room on wheels is what it was.
    “Guess I don’t need to compensate for anything then huh ?” He joked watching as she made no attempted to play off her curiousness and appear unimpressed. “So you gonna tell me where you live? Or shall I just drive around all night?”
    “Oh.” She turned back into her seat and looked at him with a slight twist in her lips. Sure she knew where she lived, but where wasn’t just embarrassing it was downright frightening. At least for her it was, but it had been all she could afford and she didn’t what anyone, especially the likes of this man knowing where she lived. He’d never look at her again and she really did like the way he looked at her.
    “Well?” A brow went up adding some jester like humor to those Bailey’s cream eyes.
    Katianna tried to stifle her fidgeting as she fabricated the lie. “Well I just moved there and I forget what it’s called, but you know that tower place just two blocks from Grande Central?”
    He nodded some. “I think I know the place.”
    Good , cause she didn’t, but any place close to the train station was good enough. She hadn’t meant to lie, but the truth was far more regretful and to avoid any further topic on it she decided she would get out no matter where he stopped.
    Twenty minutes later, he pulled into the crescent courtyard driveway of the tower apartments. She was right away regretting that decision to get out where ever he led her, when he pulled to a stop in front of the elaborate Golden Yves Tower. Katianna nearly gulped as she stared out at the grand foyer of ivory decor and gold leaf trim replete with a large towering fountain for a center piece just beyond the archway framing the brass turn style doors, stationed by an elderly doorman who stepped out to open the door.
    Katianna would have let him continue to struggle with the locked door, but a click from Trenton’s side and the door released. Shit . The door opened and the doorman stepped back, “Welcome home.” And he bowed.
    Katianna glanced back at Trenton who was watching her, but damned if she could tell what he was thinking. If he knew she didn’t belong here he wasn’t letting his judgment show, but there was something there— something that showed he wasn’t impressed, but maybe surprised— maybe disappointed rather.
    “Thanks for the ride.” She stammered and quickly jumped out and darted for the rotary doors and disappeared.
     
    Trenton sat back in the seat, rubbing at his chin thoughtfully, while his elbow rested on the console. Katianna almost looked like a vagabond against the lavish ritz of the building and he knew she couldn’t possibly afford such a place. He would have normally insisted on walking her to her door, but he knew there was no way this was where she lived. Not without a sugar daddy. And if she had one of those then— hell —he found his way into her life. He’d have to find out who the provider was and get rid of him, so he could take over the position.
    A horn from behind him blasted and Trenton pulled out of the drive and just as he did so he caught a glimpse of Katianna as she streaked across the street in another direction— her long wavy hair skirting behind her like a cape as she dashed off in the direction of Grand Central