Pornstar (mxm)

Chapter 19

They drove through the garage until they parked in the spot with the number 1100, located right next to an elevator, which was a real blessing because they had a very large number of things to carry.

"How are we going to carry all this?" Warren asked when Tanner opened the trunk.

"We'll take the plants first, then we'll come back for the other stuff." He lifted the cardboard box with the slightly wilted plants out of the trunk. "Can you close it?" He gestured at the trunk door.

Since Reggie was too weak to hold himself upright, Warren rested him against his chest while he closed the trunk before following his boss to the elevator that required a key to open.
Tanner balanced the box on his knee while he fumbled around with the keys.

"Really? Your elevator needs a key? I don't even have an elevator..." Warren mumbled drily once Tanner had finally managed to insert the elevator key which automatically called the elevator.

"Yeah... The security in this place is a little over the top. Americans are so paranoid..." Tanner grumbled, rolling his eyes as they entered the fancy elevator that quietly played random elevator music.

"Really? It even plays music?" Warren asked in disbelief, just now catching a glimpse of himself in the elevator mirror. His hair was messed up from the headset he'd been wearing earlier and he generally looked like a complete disaster. How long had he been looking like this?! Warren stared horrified at his reflection, trying to fix his hair as best as possible with one hand.

"Yes, it plays music." Tanner chuckled while he inserted the key again, which lit up the button to the top floor, number 11.

How was it that even though Tanner had worn the same headset, his hair was perfectly in place while Warren's looked as if he'd been run over by a steamroller?!

Just as Warren finally managed to make his hair look slightly presentable again, the elevator doors opened, revealing a small anteroom with just one, large, double door that Tanner proceeded to open, again balancing the box on his knee while he did so.

"Do you live alone on this entire floor?" Warren asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, but more than half of it is the terrace. When my uncle was persuading me to take this job, I told him I would only take it if I had a garden somewhere. I'd been referring to small garden somewhere on the ground floor, but instead he bought this giant, oversized apartment that's big enough for an entire family, and is exactly the kind of place that I never wanted... But... well... at least it has a large terrasse that I can turn into a garden," he finished with a chuckle and a shrug as he opened the door to let them into a large, beautiful anteroom that was rather empty, other than a large closet, empty shoe rack and an empty coat rack.

Tanner placed the box of plants on top of the shoe rack before opening the closet and rummaging through it in order to find a pair of slippers which he placed in front of Warren.

"The floor is all tiles so it gets kinda cold without slippers," he commented as he slipped out of his own shoes, shoving them a little to the side before stepping into his own slippers.

Everything looked new and very modern, with few colors and practically no personal items at all. It reminded Warren a bit of the law firm lobby. There was a black leather couch set surrounding a glass coffee table. The rest of the furniture, shelves, counters, tables and closets, curtains, etc. all matched perfectly.

"I feel like I just walked into a furniture catalogue..." Warren mumbled. "Where's all your stuff?"

Tanner chuckled. "I don't have that much. I mean, I do have a ton of things, but not that many so as to fill this place up. Besides, I don't really use the living room."