Page 85 of Power Move

“Yes,” I answered. “Do I need to do something or?—”

“No, no,” the man wrestled the bag from my shoulder. “He said to expect you.”

“I can carry that?—”

“Absolutely not,” the man insisted. “I will carry it and escort you up.”

“I’m confused. I thought this was the wrong place. Because it’s connected to the hotel,” I explained as we stepped on an elevator.

“The penthouses have a private entrance, miss. This is the right side—side B.”

My ears popped as we climbed.How far up was this place?

“This is the tallest hotel in the city,” the man said. “The penthouse suites are on the last ten floors.”

“Ah,” I said. “It is… up there.”

The elevator stopped at what I supposed was the top floor.

“And we’re here,” he declared as the elevator doors opened.

The scene here was one of panoramic windows to the front and left. A living room sat to one side and a wall the other. I wasn’t sure what was over there. Davey came around the corner to greet me, dressed only in a robe.

“Oh, thanks, Vince. Sorry. It’s chaos up here.”

“Not a problem, sir,” he boarded the elevator.

I stared in disbelief until Davey pulled me into a kiss. How did anyone live like this?

“So, this is it. You made it. Apologies because I’m not ready, but you look lovely,” Davey said.

“Thanks,” I blushed.

“I’m going to go change quick but look around and make yourself at home. I’ll put your bag in my room?”

“Sure,” I agreed.

He wound up a set of stairs behind the wall. A kitchen and small informal dining room sat to the left. Around the corner were the stairs and two small but well-appointed bedrooms. The rearmost room was an office chock full of beautifully preserved sports memorabilia, toy trains, and the biggest monitor I’d ever seen. I practically drooled at the sight even if everything else was disharmonious.

Every surface was pristine from the white and blue walls—colors alternating flawlessly in complementary gradients—to the beautiful marble floors. On the second floor, I came across the formal dining with views of the Hancock building and Lake Michigan like I’d never seen. The formal reception room opened onto a roof deck. Down the other hall, I assumed I’d find Davey’s room. I proceeded through a massive door into a hallway. A beautiful dark marble-clad bathroom was the first I saw. The way the bathtub angled, you could see more gorgeous views of the Hancock. A shower big enough for 10 people took up one wall. I walked past,finding his bedroom to the left—huge and with beautiful lake views.

I found him in nothing but underwear in a room that served his closet. The assortment of suits and ties astounded me.

“You’re like James Bond,” I laughed. “Jesus Christ, this is too much.”

“It’s a disaster.”

“Davey, if this is a disaster, we can never live together. You’ll fucking kill me,” I said.

“I have a housekeeper,” Davey explained. “She’s here mostly when I’m not. I credit her with organizing everything.”

A housekeeper for one person? It baffled me.

“What, does that bother you? I promise she is very fastidious. I don’t like things being untidy.”

“We’re about to have infants.”

“Well, I like to know surfaces are clean.”