![]() ![]() “Good night, Carrick.” I turn on the spot and walk as fast as I can to my room. Good night, Andressa.” His voice sounds different-deeper, husky. He steps outside the elevator, hand holding the door. “Thanks for walking with me,” I say, backing away. I slip out the door before it even has a chance to fully open. “This is me.” My voice sounds unnaturally high. It reaches my floor with a ping, like the timer on an oven, and like the chicken, I’m done. What the hell is going on with me? And is this elevator ever going to reach my fucking floor? Instead, I press my thighs together and beg to the gods to get me out of this elevator fast. And I definitely don’t dare to speak, for fear of saying something stupid, so I pretend not to notice that I just touched his arm. I can feel Carrick’s eyes on me, but I don’t dare look at him. Now, all I’ve succeeded in doing is to set off the lick of heat again, and it’s quickly heading south. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to take control of my raging hormones, but I somehow manage to knock my arm with his this time. It’s a soft sound, but I feel like he’s blowing in my ear. ![]() I need to get out of this elevator and soon, but the counter seems to be slowing down to a snail’s pace.Ĭarrick exhales. ![]() I fix my eyes on the digits, watching the numbers climb. ![]() All I can smell is his sexy-as-sin aftershave, and it’s making my head feel dizzy. I take a deep breath, trying to be unaffected, but it doesn’t work. The space in here suddenly feels a hell of a lot smaller. ![]()
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