Zane doesn't stop until we're completely away from the noise and from the crowd.
Away from the madness of writhing bodies, flashing lights, and enough sexual tension in the air to practically choke on.
He leads me deeper inside, through another restricted hallway, then toward a private staircase tucked discreetly behind a guarded corridor.
I glance around as we move.
"This place just keeps going," I mutter.
"It's large," he says simply, like that explains everything.
"That's an understatement."
He ignores me…..Typical Zane.
We head upstairs, my heels clicking softly behind him, until we finally reach a set of dark double doors that he opens them without pause and just like that…..We're in his office.
I stop immediately, because somehow…It's exactly what I should've expected. The room practically screams Zane.Dark wood, clean lines, minimal clutter, elegant without trying too hard and epensive without being flashy.
It's Masculine and Intimidating.
