The ride after the feeding went much smoother. There was still a slight tingling in the back of the throat but it wasn’t overpowering as a few minutes ago. Might have been helpful when the chauffer wasn’t blushing like a high school boy anymore.
Within next few minutes we stopped before yet another skyscraper in the city. This one though, was taller than the ones around it.
A valet opened the door for me making me take another glance at the size of the monstrous building before me.
“Ms. Fresnel is waiting for you on the rooftop restaurant, reservation under the name of Fresnel,” the chauffer informed. I nodded once without looking at him and got down the car to walk towards the entrance that led to the grand foyer. I headed for the elevator, feeling multiple pair of eyes on me. And I co
