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How sick a I see hi near the bank of elevators, the expression on his face fierce He doesn’t even noticeat the ground, and I watch hi the way he checks his cell In the hopes he has a e from me, perhaps?

I clearin an instant But he re his distance as I approach hi the button for the penthouse floor

"Hi," Ihis hands into the front pockets of his dark-rinse jeans He looks a a black Henley shirt that hugs his torso, his biceps straining against the sleeves I always see hiet to adood no ?" he asks as if he’s a co polite conversation

"Not really," I adle brow, the subtle move so sexy it takes my breath away "And why’s that?"

"I ith a man I don’t … like verywhether I should say what I want or not I go for it "I’d much rather spend s and the doors slide open Ryder holds out his ar I should enter the car first He follows in after ainst the wall opposite of where I stand "Soet ant"

I pressnothing

The doors close and the elevator starts to rise I remain where I stand and so does he, but the palpable tension between us groith every second that passes, with every floor we climb

"So Was I late?" I ask,with anticipation

"Did you want to be?" he asks

"You said there would be hell to pay if I was"

A s me you’re in the mood to pay, Violet? Or should I say … play?"

Oh, God He’s so bad "Is that e’re doing? Playing?"

He stares atthe rail behind him His stance is casual, but I can feel the tension in hiht, ready to pounce, and I can only hope he’s ready to unleash all of that built-up sexual tension all over me