Chapter 12 - Blake Pierce

Blake POV

“Miss Pierce,” he says, placing his hand on the elevator doors, stopping them to close once more. I have been standing looking at him, as if it is the first time I am actually seeing him. He is wearing a dark gray three-piece suit and a silver tie with a white shirt. I can’t help but stare the way the suit makes him look even better. He raises an eyebrow and when I come back to reality, a small smile appears on his lips as if he can read my mind.

“Shall we?” He says as I nod and take a step out of the elevator. His body is so big that I have to brush my body against him to pass as he keeps his hand in the same place, stopping the elevator door from closing. I can feel the head irradiating from his body as I brush past him and I swear I heard him groan, or not.

Wyatt rests one hand on my lower back while we walk silently down the corridor, and I swear my mind has gone foggy. What’s with these men and their need to be constantly touching people? “Thro