Mimi POV"Do not let him lock you in there," Clem said.She stepped backward out of the lift.The metal doors slid together, cutting off her face.The steel box clicked.It did not move down. It hung in the shaft, suspended between floors.My back was to him.The air in the lift grew heavy, smelling of rain and his expensive woodsmoke cologne.I took one shallow breath. My ribs pressed against the fabric of my top.A thick hand clutched my hip.His fingers dug straight through the thin cotton, anchoring me to the spot."You are not turning around," Jeremiah said.His voice was a low vibration against my shoulder blades.My heels remained glued to the floor."Let go of me, Jeremiah," I said.He did not let go.Instead, he stepped closer. His chest hit my back like a solid wall of brick.He slid his other arm around my waist, lifting me two inches off the ground before dropping me back down.My spine curved into his frame.My skin flamed. A sudden heat spread from the small of my back st
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