shoulders.
With one final glance at Tor, she left the bedroom, gathered her shoes and climbed into the elevator. Let him wonder what her reaction would be for a while, though she doubted she’d be able to play it as cool as she hoped she would.
She released the lock button and punched the number fifteen, starting the car on its downward trek. One stop to pick up her purse from her office, then home for a quick shower. It was still early, and she prayed she didn’t run into anyone—namely Demetria.
The bell dinged and the door slid open. Distant humming from a vacuum sounded from down the hall. She scurried to her desk and snagged her purse from the bottom drawer. The mirror on the opposite wall reflected her image when she straightened. The sight made her pause. Despite her messy hair, wine stain, and raccoon eye makeup, she looked good—really good.
She skirted the desk to stand in front of the mirror. “Man, I should get laid more often.”
Pink blushed her cheeks and her skin looked like porcelain, enhancing the sparkling green of her eyes. Whether from happiness or the workout that had gotten her blood pumping, the results were clearly noticeable. She gave herself a nod of approval and walked to the elevator.
Today she’d treat herself to a taxi—after all, she deserved it. The vacuum’s drone grew louder, spurring her across the lobby. She punched the down button three times and waited, checking over her shoulder to make sure the cleaning crew wouldn’t catch her.
She shifted from foot to foot. “Come on. Come on.”
It shouldn’t matter. She was a grown woman. Still, she’d rather nobody else knew of her rendezvous with the boss—at least until she was sure that she and Tor were taking things to the next level. The doors opened a few inches and she shoved her way inside, attacking the L button until the doors closed. Now, if the elevator would cooperate and give her an express ride to the lobby, she’d be home free.
The car lurched, picking up speed. Her stomach did a flip, and she grabbed on to the railing to steady herself. Maybe elevators were like the Internet. The fewer people who used them, the quicker they ran. Within seconds the car slowed and the doors opened onto the sleek wood-paneled walls of the elevator foyer. She tucked her hair behind her ear, straightened to appear more confident, and walked into the lobby. Nobody was there, not even the security guard at the desk.
I should report him for leaving his post, but why ruin a great day by being a bitch?
The noise from the traffic billowed around her when she opened the thick glass door and stepped onto the sidewalk. Even for this early hour it was warm. A thin layer of exhaust and damp air settled against her skin, making her long for a shower.
No matter what time of the day, there were always people on the streets of New York. She hoped she could catch the next cab to pass her. She’d barely raised her hand when a yellow cab screeched to a stop in front of her. Surprised, she jumped back to avoid getting hit.
The driver hopped out and bustled around the car to open the back door. “Good morning, Miss.”
“Uh, good morning.” She slid onto the cool leather seat and pulled her feet inside, resting her purse on her lap. The heavy scent of vanilla mixed with the cool air from the vent, filling the cab.
The driver slammed her door and hustled back to his side of the car. Once inside, he turned and smiled, his teeth strikingly white against his tan skin. “Where to?”
“I’ve never been given curbside service before.” She gave him a wary smile. “Are you new to the city?”
“No, Miss, been here twenty years.” His smile broadened. “Can’t help but pick up a beautiful woman.”
Beautiful woman? Though her complexion was peachy, there was no doubt she looked like a drunken prom date. “Uh, thank you.”
“Now, where to?”
She gave him her address and in record time the cab was screeching to a halt in front of
With one final glance at Tor, she left the bedroom, gathered her shoes and climbed into the elevator. Let him wonder what her reaction would be for a while, though she doubted she’d be able to play it as cool as she hoped she would.
She released the lock button and punched the number fifteen, starting the car on its downward trek. One stop to pick up her purse from her office, then home for a quick shower. It was still early, and she prayed she didn’t run into anyone—namely Demetria.
The bell dinged and the door slid open. Distant humming from a vacuum sounded from down the hall. She scurried to her desk and snagged her purse from the bottom drawer. The mirror on the opposite wall reflected her image when she straightened. The sight made her pause. Despite her messy hair, wine stain, and raccoon eye makeup, she looked good—really good.
She skirted the desk to stand in front of the mirror. “Man, I should get laid more often.”
Pink blushed her cheeks and her skin looked like porcelain, enhancing the sparkling green of her eyes. Whether from happiness or the workout that had gotten her blood pumping, the results were clearly noticeable. She gave herself a nod of approval and walked to the elevator.
Today she’d treat herself to a taxi—after all, she deserved it. The vacuum’s drone grew louder, spurring her across the lobby. She punched the down button three times and waited, checking over her shoulder to make sure the cleaning crew wouldn’t catch her.
She shifted from foot to foot. “Come on. Come on.”
It shouldn’t matter. She was a grown woman. Still, she’d rather nobody else knew of her rendezvous with the boss—at least until she was sure that she and Tor were taking things to the next level. The doors opened a few inches and she shoved her way inside, attacking the L button until the doors closed. Now, if the elevator would cooperate and give her an express ride to the lobby, she’d be home free.
The car lurched, picking up speed. Her stomach did a flip, and she grabbed on to the railing to steady herself. Maybe elevators were like the Internet. The fewer people who used them, the quicker they ran. Within seconds the car slowed and the doors opened onto the sleek wood-paneled walls of the elevator foyer. She tucked her hair behind her ear, straightened to appear more confident, and walked into the lobby. Nobody was there, not even the security guard at the desk.
I should report him for leaving his post, but why ruin a great day by being a bitch?
The noise from the traffic billowed around her when she opened the thick glass door and stepped onto the sidewalk. Even for this early hour it was warm. A thin layer of exhaust and damp air settled against her skin, making her long for a shower.
No matter what time of the day, there were always people on the streets of New York. She hoped she could catch the next cab to pass her. She’d barely raised her hand when a yellow cab screeched to a stop in front of her. Surprised, she jumped back to avoid getting hit.
The driver hopped out and bustled around the car to open the back door. “Good morning, Miss.”
“Uh, good morning.” She slid onto the cool leather seat and pulled her feet inside, resting her purse on her lap. The heavy scent of vanilla mixed with the cool air from the vent, filling the cab.
The driver slammed her door and hustled back to his side of the car. Once inside, he turned and smiled, his teeth strikingly white against his tan skin. “Where to?”
“I’ve never been given curbside service before.” She gave him a wary smile. “Are you new to the city?”
“No, Miss, been here twenty years.” His smile broadened. “Can’t help but pick up a beautiful woman.”
Beautiful woman? Though her complexion was peachy, there was no doubt she looked like a drunken prom date. “Uh, thank you.”
“Now, where to?”
She gave him her address and in record time the cab was screeching to a halt in front of
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