Once we finished, he led me over to a different lift. The doors were so discreet I hadn’t even noticed them the last time I’d been here.
And tonight I’d been a bit busy for sightseeing. I was just staring blankly, but the pressure of his hand at the small of my back propelled me forward.
“Make yourself at home,” he told me. “I need to clean up and finish my work. But I’ll be with you as soon as I can.”
It took a moment or two for the implication of his words to sink in. “Wait, you live here?”
“I have several houses. This is one of the places I stay when I need to.” Since I was still nonfunctional, he pressed the button for me. “See you soon.”
A few seconds later, I was blundering into his apartment. Or rather “one of the places he stayed in.”
While it had clearly been decorated in
