The dark brown chairs in my building's lobby have to be real leather. They're steps above my New York apartment. The whole building is a higher class than I've ever lived before. From the marble floor to the crown molding ceilings, I love every inch. The pay increase with my promotion allowed me to upgrade my living arrangements, and so far it's worth every extra penny I pay to live here."Would you like me to call you a cab, Ms. Stevens?"Did I mention the doorman? I swear I've fallen into apartment heaven. Who cares if the four-thousand-dollar rent is more than half my monthly take home pay. I have a doorman."No. I'm waiting for someone, but thank you."The greying man in his cute dark suit returns to his place by the door after a quick head nod in acknowledgment. The last time I saw Trey was the anniversary party Thursday night, but through a few quick texts, he's invited me to hang out with him and Finn at their friend Cosmo's place. I didn't peg him as the early Sunday mo

"Thanks, Jake." Aspen waves to the tall, kind of scary man who drove us across town as she gets out of the black Escalade. I stand on the sidewalk beside her as the car blends into the distance."You have a driver?" I ask the question I've held in since following her out of Cosmo's. Most of my clients in New York had drivers — it was almost expected — but I didn't get that vibe from her or Finn.Aspen turns to our right and walks past a gate with Buena Vista Park on the sign. Her eyes move up the hill. "Well, he's Finn and Trey's driver really, but it's easier to use Jake than find a taxi, and Trey normally drives himself."She keeps talking as we start to climb the hill to some unknown destination. "Marissa and Amanda will meet us at our usual spot. We started coming here this summer and it kind of stuck. And the food is to die for."Our walk comes to a stop about halfway up the slope when she turns to me with a serious face. "Marissa and I met in college. She's going through

Trey turns in the opposite direction of L.D. and we start the walk back up Lombard Street. This time our slower pace gives me time to take in the details of the landscaped area and houses on each side of the roadway.We walk back up past all eight curves of Lombard Street, on the pedestrian steps this time. Once we reach the top of the hill we drove down minutes ago, the need to fill the space starts to claw at me. I try to pretend we're a normal couple, out for a cute stroll rather than what we are. And what are we? I can't even answer the question myself.My anxiety builds and I start to question what we're doing here more and more. I'm about to throw out one of the hundred or so reasons I've thought of to make my exit when Trey picks up our conversation as if no time as passed. "Do you like pizza?""Of course." Who doesn't like pizza?"There is a great place a block or so from my house. I'll order and we can pick it up on the way to my place. What do you like for toppings?"

The dishes clank together as Trey throws my plate on top of his in the sink.I stand from my stool and wander to his large window in the living room. "I love your place.""Thanks, the view's better upstairs, but I think inviting you to my bedroom might be a bit presumptuous at this point in the night."I giggle snort from nerves in the most unladylike way imaginable. Get a grip, Simone.Trey crosses the area in the living room decreasing the distance between us. He throws his hands in the air, palms out. "I promise, no bedroom antics."For a split second I consider asking him to describe these antics, but I can't bring myself to do it.Trey prowls to his black leather sofa, his movements fluid like a large cat stalking its prey. I turn to keep an eye on him like you're supposed to do when faced with a predator.He takes a seat in the middle of the sofa and turns his head in my direction with a small smile. "Unless you'd like to find out what I'd do to you on my bed."I

I try to bring the can't-be-Trey couple back into my line of sight, but people have moved in front of them. As Gloria approaches me with two flutes of champagne I stumble against a small table as the pictures of Trey from my Internet search flash in my memory. It was over a month ago, from a computer in the Atlantis Resort, but the woman he was featured in photograph after photograph with was a redhead. Could it be a coincidence?I plan to take two steps toward the couple to try and confirm my suspicions when the Trey look alike turns around completely. My stomach twists and I worry I might vomit. Thankfully, Gloria grabs my arm before the-man-who-is-most-definitely Trey sees me. It's with her help that I make it back to the area we left Roger and her husband.My breathing is shallow, but my heart beats rapidly as I race to work through my thoughts. Trey is here and with the girl from all the pictures. The girl who definitely isn't his sister or some other family member. Have I bee