the left side of the room is another small hallway that leads to an average sized kitchen, by Georgia standards, a dining room. Here again, the room is decorated in Black and white with small splashes of turquoise to break it up. Back in the living room, I cross and come to a door and a set of stairs. Taking the stairs, I go through a door into what appears to be a sun room, which opens to a rooftop terrace complete with an outdoor fireplace, and in ground hot tub. A patio table and chairs sits with a bright yellow umbrella, and two lounge chairs sit facing Central Park. The view is breathtaking.
Back at the bottom of the stairs, I go through the door and find the bedroom. Here, the black and white palate continues. The large king size bed has a black headboard and is cover in a fluffy white down comforter. On top of the bed sits a number of turquoise pillows, and black chenille throw blanket sits over the foot of the bed. The single dresser is black with silver drawer pulls on the front. The floor to ceiling windows here are covered partially by long turquoise curtains. The wood floors are stained almost black with a high gloss finish. I walk to my right and enter the massive bathroom with double sinks and a Jacuzzi tub big enough for two. Through the other side of the bathroom is a hug walk-in closet. Much like the one at the hotel, this closet is half full of Leland’s clothes.
“What do you think?” Leland interrupts my silent tour and makes me jump.
“It’s lovely. It’s a little stark for my taste, but it feels very free and open with all the windows.”
“Stark, huh?” He smiles and pulls me into a gentle hug, “Why don’t you tell me how you really feel.” I lean into him and breathe in his warm, masculine scent. I find comfort in his arms, and could easily fall asleep. “You can change anything you want about the way it’s decorated if you accept my offer.” He pulls away from me to look into my eyes before he continues, “I’ve had an amazing time with you, Victoria, and I can’t imagine coming back here without you. When I leave Atlanta, I want you to come with me, move in with me here.” I’m stunned, very rarely am I speechless, but right now I am. I take a minute to collect my thoughts, to process what he’s saying.
“I, I have to think about it.” I can see the disappointment on his face, but he quickly covers it with a smile.
“Of course you do, it’s a big decision. If you had just jumped and said yes, you wouldn’t be you.” The thought of moving to New York is scary, leaving my friends and my family, putting all my faith into one man. I don’t know that I can do that, but I don’t know if I can watch him leave either.
Chapter 28
She fits here. That’s all I can think as I watch Victoria standing in my half-full closet. I’ve watched her, walking through my apartment, trying to gauge her reactions to each room. I think the terrace was her favorite, but I can’t be sure. Now, seeing her there among my clothes, I know she belongs here with me.
“What do you think?” She jumps, lost in thought somewhere far away.
“It’s lovely. It’s a little stark for my taste, but it feels very free and open with all the windows.”
“Stark, huh?” I smile and pull her to me, “Why don’t you tell me how you really feel.” She fits here too, wrapped in my arms where I can protect her. “You can change anything you want about the way it’s decorated if you accept my offer.” Pulling away I look into her eyes, I have to see what’s there when I ask her, “I’ve had an amazing time with you, Victoria, and I can’t imagine coming back here without you. When I leave Atlanta, I want you to come with me, move in with me here.” Shock is the first reaction I see, followed by uncertainty.
“I, I have to think about it.” I smile, doing my best to mask the emotions so close to the surface.
“Of course you do, it’s a big decision. If you had just jumped and said yes
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