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He passes me the bottle. I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t really drink…”
“Unless it’s beer, and involves getting cozy on a balcony with Ansel Albrecht?”
My gaze whips around to see him smirking at me.
I sneer a mean smile. “Aww, are you jea-wous, Awistair?”
“Of you? No. I think Ansel is a douchebag with narcissistic tendencies and a micro-penis.”
I snort a laugh, looking away to try to hide it, but failing.
“Seriously, he’s all yours,” he grins.
I roll my eyes. “I mean jealous of him.”
“Why, because he had the incomparable pleasure of Her Majesty the Princess deigning to speak to him? Can’t say that I am.”
I glare at him as he grins at me.
“You’re an asshole,” I mutter.
“You said that. Find new material.”
I purse my lips as I lock eyes with him. God, he’s infuriating.
And yet also…
I shake my head and pull my eyes away.
No. I refuse. I refuse to let myself think that word again when it comes to this arrogant dick.
Home.
I don’t know how else to describe it. And I have absolutely no idea why my brain is short-circuiting like this, and has been for months. But whatever the reason…or lack thereof…there’s something about Alistair, no matter how much he pisses me off, that feels like home.
He feels safe, even though I hate him. Even though I’m scared of him. Even though I know how dangerous he is.
“How long do you think we’ll be stuck?”
Alistair shrugs, shoving his fingers through his hair again. I find myself watching the way his perfect mouth and lips move when he’s thinking. He shrugs his leather jacket off in the warmth of the elevator, and my gaze lands on his bicep, stretching the short sleeve of his t-shirt.
“Depends,” he grunts. “The storm is picking up. I doubt Knightsblood has an elevator tech on staff, which means someone needs to come out. And with the driving conditions like they are…” He makes a face.
“Merde,” I mumble.
“They also don’t even know anyone’s trapped in here.”
My face falls as I glance at him again. “Are you trying to scare me?”
“I’m facing reality. There’s no working phone, we don’t have cell service, and nobody saw us get in here.”
Alistair shrugs, folds up his jacket, and slides down the wall to the floor. He tucks his jacket behind his head and looks up at me.
“Better get comfortable, princess.”
I shiver, hugging myself even though it’s swelteringly warm in the elevator for some reason. I start to pace back and forth.
“Will you please sit the fuck down? You’re freaking me out.”
