5

I was already halfway across the floor when I pulled out my phone to call Sarah. Yes? The same Sarah from highschool, we kept communicating even after I left. And in a few days she'll be coming over to pay me a visit. It felt so good to have someone familiar around.

I flung my phone back in my purse, only to notice my wallet was no longer inside. Dammit. I must have taken it out after Ethan messaged me.

I sighed and headed for the open elevator. But like always fate had other plans, just as I stepped in, Jace Weston did too. Of course, golden boy would show up after the deal was concluded.

Our eyes locked. He was wearing a black silky short sleeved buttoned down. Muscles rippled beneath his half buttoned shirt, I could see the veins popping out of his arms. I didn't know how I managed to notice all this details without breaking eye contact, but somehow I did.

"Elsa, we meet again" He smirked, as he pressed the elevator button. I couldn't help but notice how muscular and tan his arms were. Wait... what? Was I seriously checking him out, in the elevator of all places. For Christ sake, this was Jace Weston, and I was supposed to hate him. I hated him.

"Elsa," he called again, drawing me from my trance.

"Mr Weston," I replied, my cheeks all red, because he probably realized I was checking him out.

"How’d the contract go?" he asked. "Carter said you drive a hard bargain."

"Guess he told you everything then," I replied, voice flat. He chuckled but didn’t push further. Then...

Clunk.

The elevators shook, lights flickered.

"What the hell?" I mumbled, grabbing the railing for balance.

"You okay?" Jace asked placing a light hand on my back. And I swore, my stomach fluttered. I could smell his after shave, and cologne... clean, woodsy, stupidly expensive. He was too close, way too close.

Then the elevator shook again, tossing me forward... Right into his chest.

I gasped, palms landing on hard muscle. His hands caught my waist, our noses nearly touched. And I felt instant electric current running down my body from that one touch.

"The elevator isn't normally like this." He said, his voice too deep for his own good.

"You... You can let go now. The elevator isn't shaking anymore." I mumbled, causing him to chuckle. His laugh wasn’t just in my ears... it stirred something low in my belly. Weird, laughs are supposed to end in the ear not the stomach.

"Would you turn into a mushroom if I kept holding you?" No, but my legs might turn into one, and my breathing might escalate.

"Mr Weston can you please, let go." I repeated, my heart beating so loud. Why was it beating so loudly.

He smiled, just a small curl of his lips, but enough to make my knees go weak.

"Mr Weston..." I gritted my teeth, wanting to get out of this awkward situation so bad.

"You want me to let go? Why? Do I make your heart beat faster? Or your legs weaken?" He asked, his hot lips slightly brushing my neck. My face flushed, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he still had an effect on me, so, I snapped,

"My heart's beating because I'm stuck in a fucking elevator with a self absorbed assshole. So get a grip, and stop touching me. The elevator isn't shaking anymore."

He didn’t back off... he just kept smiling, like he knew the things his smile did to me. Years ago, that smile might’ve been the best thing to happen to me. Now? Things were just too different.

"Mr Weston, if you don't let go this second, I swear I'II sue you for assault, and I'm dead serious."

He stared at me for a second, then pulled away, lifting his hands in the air. "Fine. You win."

Then... Ding.

The elevator doors pulled open. I stepped out first, but paused, turning my head slightly to him. "Mr Weston... I'm only letting this slid because you're friends with my fiance, but when next you touch me with those fat arrogant hands of your's... I'll gradly comply and grant you a dead wish."