Chapter 7
Thank God my cardio is up to par; those stairs would have been embarrassing otherwise. He’s unfazed, of course. We’re alone on this partially framed floor—gutted down to the exterior walls with floor-to-ceiling windows on the south side, maximizing the views.
He takes off his hard hat and runs his fingers through his hair.
“Another CEO above following the rules,” I tease. “You have to wear a hard hat in an active construction zone.”
“No construction is being done … we’re the only ones on this floor,” he defends, his tone beyond casual.
I take my hard hat off and hold it as I walk to the window. Looking out, I admire the view. For a six-story building in the West Loop, it has a great vantage point of the river and an unexpected depth of the city. This space has a cool vibe—a mix of vintage yet modern.
“What neighborhood do you live in?” he asks, watching me as I move through the space.
“River North. You?”
“Same—I’m in RivEt.”
“We’re neighbors! I’m in the Wolf building,” I say, walking back up to the glass wall.
“Fancy.”
I’m not paying for it. My Midwest nice wants to come out and share the details, but I’m not telling him Adam is paying the rent. This Adam thing is a mess.
Gideon goes into more detail about the renovation, the investment potential, and the brand they are creating for the property.
I want to be more engaged, but I’m too busy mentally drooling over him.
He is the fucking archetype for an alpha CEO in all the best ways.
My eyes have a mind of their own, continuously checking him out.
The material of his sweater is too snug around his biceps.
I can’t even look at his thighs without thinking how I would love to be railed by him.
Who knows what he’s saying at this point.
I’m completely distracted by how attracted I am to him.