Bitter and Sweeter

Chapter 2 ~ Breakfast Quesadillas

Before we dive into my situation with the tall dark stranger that appeared at my door, I feel it's only right that we discuss what happened during the week prior to his appearance.

Starting on Sunday afternoon, after I flew to New York from the funeral.

Sunday Afternoon (Day of the funeral)

"Mmm," I sniffed the air this time.

I got the fresh scent of roasted Brussel Sprouts to my left and herb-crusted salmon to my right.

These people had good tastes.

I supposed it had to do with the fact that I was at a private airport.

Since my father's headquarters were stationed in New York, I would be staying in La Fleur, one of the most famous penthouses in the city.

I was quite impressed when we arrived at the building.

"Miss Montgomery, welcome!" The jolly doorman said with his arms wide open.

"I don't see any balloons."

He laughed. "I am Aarav Pawar."

We walked across the golden, marble-porcelain floors. The walls were draped in red velvet curtains. Cream white lounge chairs were spread across the main floor. The place was quite chic.

"I can assure you, we have the top-most security here." He gestured towards the large men dressed in black suits stationed in different corners of the building.

"I have George for such things."

"Well, our past customers always say that our security is one of the best parts of our facility. Maybe you won't need Mister George at all."

With a smirk on my face, I looked back at George who was scowling at Aarav.

Aarav led us into the elevator and to the fiftieth floor. "Your penthouse is on the top-most floor. Naturally, that will grant you the best view of the city and the most spacious pool. You also have unlimited access to the greenhouse."

"Yes, as expected," I said.

He cleared his throat and led us into the penthouse.

I have to say, I wasn't sure this penthouse could match up to the family mansion in Vermont. Now seeing it, I was pleasantly surprised.

Dark wooden floors engrossed the floors of the penthouse like a river. Mint-green and purple chairs sat above a stone floor set up in the center of the room. From here, I could see the golden stairs that spiraled up to the second and third floors of the penthouse. The walls consisted of large-scale windows that allowed me to see the city. 

I could see my company from here.

I put a hand on my hip. "This will do."

"We have 24-hour room service. Debra, our chef, can provide you with breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

I put up my hand. "I prepare my own meals."

"Oh- alright, well, we also have scheduled cleaning sessions."

"Yes, I will make good use of that."

He stepped up. "Miss, it is not my intention to coerce you away from staying in this penthouse and ultimately losing money-"

"-Get on with it."

He cleared his throat. "But it's only right I inform you that this is not where your father resided before his uh-"