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Of me going down on him. Him going down on me.
The elevator shrinks suddenly, and he seems to fill it with his sheer physicality. I feel the pull of him from a few feet away and grip the handrail behind me to stop myself from edging closer as the numbers tick down from six.
So freaking slow.
Five. Four. Three. Two?—
The elevator suddenly shudders to a stop, and the movement jolts through my knees. The lights go out and the alarm starts to ring as the emergency lighting flickers on. It’s subdued, but there’s enough of a glow so we’re not in total darkness. I press a hand to my chest to still my accelerating heart, but it’s too late; it’s already in my throat.
‘The electricity must have gone out.’
He says it as calm and laid back as the rest of him, and I want to scream. I’m tired, I need my bed, and the bell is blaring like a freaking huge warning. To me, probably. I do not want to be trapped in an elevator with Mr Going Down for an indeterminate period of time.
The man looks like he knows how to pass the time.
He pins me with his gaze, his dimples deepening as his slow, lazy smile grows. ‘Whatever will we do?’
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DANNY
I don’t know why my very existence seems to annoy the crap out of Holly Vincent, but it does. Always has. Since that first day she banged on my door a couple of weeks ago and yelled at me to stop playing my drums, I’ve had a hard-on for her.
She was covered up that day as well, in some kind of fluffy-looking dressing gown that went from her neck to her toes, and there’d been a blanket mark on her face. But her dark hair had tumbled all around her face and she’d glared at me with her weird amber eyes, and I knew I wanted her.
Knew I was going to have her, too.
Just maybe not today, as she glowers at me from the back corner of the elevator, wrapped up like Kenny fromSouth Park.
‘I cannot be stuck in this elevator.’
Her voice is 100 per cent pissed off as she stalks towards me, the duvet she has swathed around herself sweeping the ground. I love seeing that spark in her eyes. The spark she had that first day she yelled at me. It’s perversely pleasing to see Little Miss Cool all fired up, especially considering how much time I’ve spent wondering just how fired up she might get between the sheets.
Of course, it’s only me she’s cool with. She’s a regular ray of sunshine with the other residents. Opening doors, carrying bags, putting up vaccination clinic flyers and always giving free medical advice.
‘You’re not one of those panicky women, are you?’
I ask because I know it’s going to piss her off even further, and she doesn’t disappoint. She stops in front of me and glares.
‘Do I look like the panicking type to you?’
Her voice lowers but it’s still vehement enough to be heard over the alarm. And there’s a vibrato to it, which I’m fairly sure comes from rage rather than panic.
I bet she’s awesome when she’s angry-fucking.
‘I’m just sayin’.’ I inject a little redneck into my accent because it seems to piss her off even more when I act dumb. She doesn’t need to know that I graduated business school. ‘There’s no need to worry. It’s a big elevator, and there’s only two of us. We’re not going to run out of air or anything.’
She rolls her eyes, and I suppress a smile. ‘I know that. I have a medical degree.’
I laugh. Some guys might be insulted by a woman lording it over them because she thinks he’s a little lacking in the brains department. Not me. I’ve seen her checking me out the times our paths have crossed, and I didn’t get to twenty-nine without knowing when a woman is interested.
She’s not as immune to me as she wants me to think.
Sure, she’s all haughty and brainy and you-can’t-touch-this, and she looks at me like I’m too blue-collar for her. But sometimes a woman likes a bit of rough – any drummer can tell you that – and I’m happy to be her piece of rough.
I’m happy to be whatever the fuck she wants.
‘Of course, if the building catches on fire, we’re toast.’
