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That didn’t seem too bad.
He looked up the stairs and back down. The elevator would make sense. What did he have to prove by passing out before making it up the four flights?
He took a breath, preparing himself.
Dropping into an uneven squat on the stairs, he slid his arms under her and pulled her close.
Slowly, he straightened.
Her warm body pressed against him in various places that he tried to ignore. She was softness and curves and she smelled incredible. It was familiar but he couldn’t place it. Or maybe he just didn’t know what it was called.
Carefully, he descended the stairs and carefully turned the knob to the elevator.
The door opened and he grimaced at the bright light inside.
She didn’t seem to notice though.
It was smaller than he expected.
Rich people were weird.
He angled his arms and tilted her towards his body. Her arms cradled close to her chest and she turned into him.
He hit the button for the top floor. It lurched upwards and still, she didn’t wake up.
He stared down at her peaceful face. Her hair was in a messy knot on top of her head, her pink lips slightly open, her thick black lashes resting against her tan skin.
Her pajamas were fucking adorable. Pants and a matching top, pale pink with little white buttons.
The elevator came to a halt, he opened the door and stepped out.
And stopped.
He’d never been up here before.
The elevator opened to a short hallway that became the main bedroom. He carried Zara to the bed and carefully laid her down on the open covers.
She must’ve been in bed to start.
What was she doing sleeping in the stairwell?
He pulled the covers over her, his eyes flicking to the balcony on the other side of the bed.
It looked like simple glass doors. And her roof was connected to the roof next door.
No wonder Cas was so intense about the security. How the man slept at night knowing the only thing in between his client and any crazy stalker out there was a couple inches of glass, Asa didn’t know.
In fact, now that he knew that, he might have to have a conversation with Cas himself.
Zara stirred and his attention returned to her.
Her eyes fluttered and she squinted at him.
“You fell asleep on the stairs,” he said.
He couldn’t tell if she was awake enough to really hear him.
She blinked at him sleepily.
