Rurik finally stopped in front of an expensive-looking glass building and helped her off.
A young man in a valet’s uniform rushed out. Rurik tossed him the keys before he took off his helmet. Charlotte removed her own, and the young man collected both.
She gazed up at the bright lights of the beautiful glass exterior. It looked more like a high-end apartment building. “This doesn’t look like a restaurant.”
“That’s because it isn’t. Nothing good is open this time of the morning. This is where I live.”
“Here?” She quelled the flutter of nerves at the thought of going up to his apartment and focused instead on the fact that the building was classy, refined, and didn’t match the gritty biker vibe Rurik put off. Yet this was exactly the opportunity she needed. He would feel safe at his own
