After the elevator hurtled us up to the top floor, I followed Asmodeus into his penthouse apartment. I tried to swallow down my shock. Everything was sleek and black. The luxurious space ended with floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a view of the sparkling city lights. I trailed over to them and pressed my hand against the glass. My breath stuck in my throat as I gazed down at the very distant street.

Asmodeus stepped up beside me, following my gaze. “There’s nothing else like New York City at night. Welcome home.”

Darkness settled over my awe. I narrowed my eyes and stepped away from the window. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted my bag beside the door. The driver had dropped it and left me alone with my new boss and his dimpled smile.

“This isn’t home. I’m only here for a month.” My tone was sharper than I intended, but this guy really set my nerves on edge.

“You’re welcome, Mia.” Sighing, he strolled over to the kitchen. With the open floor plan, most of the apartment was in one big space. The living room, dining room, and kitchen all fed into each other. There were three doors leading off from the main room. While Asmodeus rustled around in the kitchen, I let my curiosity lead me to the first of the doors. I cracked it open and peered inside. A luxurious bathroom looked back at me. A clawed tub sat in one corner where a rainfall shower-head hung low over the center of it. Plants dotted the entire room, basking in a strange humid heat that seemed to seep out of the floor.

I closed the door and moved on to the next room. Peering inside, I spotted a massive bed that hunkered beneath black silk sheets. The windows were covered completely with dark curtains.

“That’s my bedroom. Not yours.” His voice sounded right in my ear, and something skittered down my spine. I jumped and twisted to the side, heart hammering. Had the asshole crept up on me? But no…Asmodeus was still in the kitchen, pouring some gin into two tall glasses.

I blinked at him, my blood rushing through my veins. “How did you do that?”

He lifted his eyes from the drinks. “Do what?”

“You…” I pointed to the spot beside me, as if he’d been there only a second ago. “Your voice. It sounded like you were right beside me.”

His brows arched, and he shook his head. “You must be tired. How about we have a quick bite to eat, and then you can get an early night? Tomorrow is your first day at your new job, after all.”

“I thought I didn’t start until eleven at night.”