He said little during the journey through the city. Every now and again, his dark eyes flicked up to his rearview window. I wondered how much he knew. Did this guy think I was Asmodeus’s girlfriend? Or did he know I was an employee and nothing more? Either way, he didn’t let on.

An hour later, the driver pulled up to the curb outside of a building located within the depths of Hell’s Kitchen. I should have known Asmodeus would live close to his club. In fact, we were only three blocks south.

Situated on the corner, the sleek dark building rose high above the others around it. Large windows looked out onto the city streets, basking in the sunlight. A revolving door led into a spacious lobby with marble-tiled floors and sparkling chandeliers. I could see it all glisten even from inside the car.

What the hell had I gotten myself into?

Asmodeus pushed through the revolving doors and strode across the sidewalk, sporting a lazy smile that made my insides melt. He stood out from everyone else bustling past him. Probably because of the rich black suit that looked as though it had been made to fit his body. His dark hair matched the color of the fabric, making his bright blue eyes pop.

I swiped my sweaty palms against my jeans. At least I’d changed out of my ice cream sweatshirt.

The driver leapt out of the car and opened the door. I stepped onto the sidewalk, hoisting my bag behind me, but the driver quickly tugged it out of my arms. My whole face flushed.

“I’m glad to see you didn’t back out.” Asmodeus curled his lips into a wicked smile. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

“There is nothing humble about this abode.”

Asmodeus led me through the revolving doors and into the lobby while the driver trailed behind us with my bag. My boots clicked against the marble, and the door man glanced up from behind his podium. He gave a smile and a nod to Asmodeus before turning back to the screen before him. I gazed around as we continued toward a bank of elevators along the back wall of the lobby.

Everything glistened and sparkled as if every single surface was polished clean each day. The chandeliers flickered with luminous light, and expensive paintings adorned the cream walls. I couldn’t guess how much one of these apartments cost, but I knew it had to be way more than the salary of a nightclub owner. Right?