Chapter 4. The Penthouse

“P..penthouse?” I stammered in confusion.

How had we suddenly gone from getting me a checkup for my injuries to a visit to a penthouse?

His Penthouse.

I swallowed, just what kind of a checkup was he planning?

Who just brings a random stranger they just almost ran over to their home?

And who is stupid enough to get in a car with a stranger who almost ran over them and then also come home with them? Me obviously, I was the idiot.

I took a deep breath when he opened the door on my side.

“Get out slowly, I’ll help you,” He started to give me a hand.

Shrugging him off, I asked him “I’m not getting out, why are we here?”

“Well, you didn’t want to go to the hospital…correct me if I’m wrong?” He tilted his head.

I nodded. Now I was confused and he was looking at me as if the answer should be obvious.

He sighed, “I’m going to call my personal physician for you so he can give you a checkup.”

Oh that should have made sense to me, because obviously I lived in a world where people had personal physicians on speed-dial. Right.

“No, no. Believe me, I’m alright. I just need an icepack and some aspirin; you don’t need to call your doctor for me.”

“Just get out of the car Seline.” I started when he said my name as if he’d been saying it forever instead of the first time. His tone was very serious and shiver went through my body when he said my name like that. There was an “or else” at the end of his command.

I wondered what he would do if I said no.

I just shook my head, “Can you just take me back to the campus? Or better yet, I can catch a cab home.”

I started to get up and got out of the car, my intention to walk straight out of the car park and out of this building and out of this man’s life.

He scared me shitless and not for the usual reasons.

I wobbled a little as I got to my feet, wincing as I felt all the aches and pains now.

“Suit yourself,” He said and the suddenly I was up in the air again, in his arms again.

“Not again,” I groaned, “Why do you keep doing this? Is it one of your hobbies? Picking up random women?”

“It only seems to come about around you,” He replied and proceeded to walk casually up to the elevator with me up in his arms.

“Caveman attitude, people solve problems by talking these days,” I was just arguing for the sake of it now. I was enjoying the ride too much.

“We really need to learn from cavemen, they had it right when dealing with stubborn females and anyway, it doesn’t bother me much, I’m old fashioned like that”

My mouth dropped open at that. The audacity.

“I could scream,” I threatened.

He looked around us and lifted his eyebrows emphasizing that no one was around to help me, “Yeah and you can tell them what a gentleman I am, helping out a girl who should’ve known better than to throw herself in front of my car.”

The elevator dinged, saving me from a reply. Not that I had any. He was right about the accident part.

“You can put me down now, you must be getting tired.” I told him, “I can’t escape from an elevator.”

He just smirked at me.

What was that supposed to mean?

The elevator opened onto a foyer which led to only one door ahead of us. Wow, he owned the entire floor? How many floors up were we?

He finally put me down near the door and unlocked it.

Opening the door wide and supporting me with one arm, he gestured me inside, “Make yourself at home.”

Woah, the place was massive and something right out of a magazine.

The house was open floor plan and looked so amazingly perfect, I was sure it had been designed by some hot shot interior design company.

The floor was white oak and looked so clean that I was sure my shoes would scuff it even though I knew I hadn’t stepped in any dirt. The entire place looked unreal. We were in the lounge and Damien Flynn was switching on the lights making the place look bigger and even more impressive.

As if that could even happen.

I would have run back the way we had come had it not been for my injured leg. So I just stood there staring like an idiot that had never even imagined anything like this even in her dreams.

The windows wrapped around the whole area with floor to ceiling windows which must feature a great view of the city, I thought. My hand fidgeted as I thought about just opening all the curtains.

The lounge opened into a kitchen that looked about as untouched as the rest of the house.

Did anyone even live here? I wondered.

“No, it’s only me most of the time and then the staff has a schedule.” I flushed when I realized I’d spoken aloud.

He came back to me after he’d discarded his suit jacket and was left wearing a light grey dress shirt. It emphasized his eyes and did amazing things to his chest.

He held me up and slowly walked me over to the sectional situation in front of what seemed like a fireplace. Did it actually work? I’d never actually seen a fireplace before. I mean who in this age had one in their home?

And then he looked me over for a bit and just left me.

Damien Flynn had disappeared leaving me on my own stuck on a sofa in a penthouse, God knew how many floors up, without a workable phone and unable to get up and run away.

Great.