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entering it into his device. When that was done, he put the phone away and turned to her.
    “I’d like you to come back to my apartment,” Brody said. “I still owe you lunch.”
    Chloe’s entire body started to tingle. “I don’t think that’s necessary,” she told him. “I’ve taken up enough of your time already.”
    “Fine, then. I’ll make it a working lunch. Come on,” he said.
    He nodded his head towards the exit and then she was following him once more, feeling more confused than ever.

    * * *
    “ O h my goodness ,” Chloe cried, as she set foot into Brody Hawk’s incredible penthouse apartment.
    They’d parked right out front of the elegant building and quickly passed through the lobby, with the security guard letting Brody immediately inside.
    The elevator had gone straight to the top of the building and opened into a grand foyer with white marble floors and a skylight that showed pure blue sky overhead.
    After traveling through the foyer and down a short hallway, they came to the great room.
    “This is amazing,” she said, as they emerged into the living space of the apartment.
    “I thought you’d like it,” Brody said. “Since you’re in the hospitality industry.”
    “Was in the hospitality industry,” she corrected him.
    “Maybe you still are,” he said, shooting her a meaningful glance as he walked into the room.
    The New York City skyline unfolded around her like a dream as she stared out.
    The main room itself was cavernous, lit primarily by two enormous chandeliers that hung from the high ceilings. Two lengthy white pristine couches faced each other over by an unused fireplace.
    “Good afternoon, Mr. Hawk,” a man said, stepping suddenly into view from behind them and frightening her.
    Chloe jumped and gave a strangled cry, clutching onto Brody’s muscular arm reflexively.
    He turned to her, smiling—but his eyes had that hungry look again and his bicep bulged, flashing his strength. “It’s fine, Chloe. That’s just Freddy, my Domestic.”
    “He’s like a butler or something?” she asked, feeling her cheeks flush as she let go of Brody’s arm.
    Freddy stood there, tall and strangely pale, wearing a gray suit, his white hair and white eyebrows bushy and almost comical. “You can call me a manservant, a butler, a domestic, or anything else that pleases you, ma’am.”
    She smiled. “Sorry about that, I just got startled. My name’s Chloe.”
    “A pleasure,” Freddy said, inclining his head slightly.
    “Freddy, could you let the kitchen staff know that we’ll be requiring lunch here as soon as possible? Our restaurant plans fell through, unfortunately,” Brody told him.
    “Yes, Sir.” Freddy looked gravely concerned. “Any instructions?”
    Brody turned to her. “Do you like steak?”
    She nodded. “Sure.”
    He looked at Freddy again. “Let’s have salad, a couple of steaks, mixed vegetables, and a bottle of that Malbec I’ve been saving for a special occasion.”
    “Special occasion?” Chloe asked, confused.
    “We’re celebrating you coming to work for me,” Brody told her.
    “Excellent,” Freddy said. “I’ll make sure it’s underway immediately.”
    The butler gave another subtle nod of his white head and then turned and headed down the cavernous space. Further down, occupying its own separate area of the room, were a long dining room table and chairs. Freddy passed by the table, slowing briefly to adjust the centerpiece, then sped up and headed for what must have been the kitchen.
    “Come outside,” Brody said, waving her toward the terrace.
    As she stepped through the open doors and outside, Chloe was swept away by the openness and beauty of where she was standing.
    The terrace itself was as long as the great room, with gorgeous white chairs for sitting, and another table and chairs further down, appropriate for eating and entertaining outside.
    Brody walked to the brick wall and leaned over it, his forearms resting on the edge as he