Mumbling incoherently under my breath, I flee to my apartment building. My angry strides slow when I hear a car door opening in the distance. Turning my head, I spot Isaac gliding out of the back of his vehicle.
I huff before quickening my pace. Darting through the spinning glass doors of my building, I rush toward the elevator banks, my heart rate increasing with every step I take.
“Thank you,” I praise to the gentleman holding the elevator open for me.
I race to the dashboard, pushing the close door button before Isaac can board the elevator. A triumphant grin morphs on my face when the doors slam shut just as Isaac enters the foyer.
I take in numerous deep breaths as I mosey to the back of the elevator. My overheated skin relishes the coolness of the mirrored walls when I lean my back against them.
Hearing my loud sigh, my elevator companion questions, “Exciting night?” His tone is friendly, but it still has an edge of cheekiness to it.
“You could say. . .”
Before the whole sentence spills from my lips, the elevator jolts before plunging into terrifying blackness. It is darker than usual as the elevator dashboard isn't illuminated. My stomach lurches, all the wine and food I've consumed tonight threatening to resurface as my panic surges from being trapped in a small, dark box.Claustrophobia and I have never been close friends.
“It’s okay; it should only be a few minutes before it begins working again,” assures my companion when he hears my ragged breaths filling the cab.
My death grip on the railing lessens when the elevator lights flicker back on as it jerks back into action.
Only once I calm the reckless beat of my heart do I realize the elevator is descending instead of ascending.
Retightening my grip on the stainless steel rail, I watch my companion step toward the dashboard.
“Push any button.” My voice quivers with nerves.I’d rather walk the stairs than be stuck in this death trap as it plummets to the ground.
My companion swallows in dismay when he illuminates every button on the dashboard, but the elevator continues descending, not once stopping on any of the floors we have requested. It is only when the doors ding and open on the ground floor do I comprehend what is happening. There, in all his six-foot-plus glory, is the incredibly alluring Mr. Holt, smirking condescendingly.
“You’re an asshole,” I mutter under my breath.
He grins at my comment before shifting on his feet to face a security officer who works in the lobby of my apartment building. While slipping the attendant a folded up bill, they shake hands before Isaac steps into the elevator.
His infuriated gaze darts to my elevator companion. “Get out.”
My companion doesn’t argue with him. He just scurries out of the elevator as fast as his legs will take him.Coward.
I try to follow him, but Isaac seizes my wrist before I can get a foot out of the elevator. Even fuming with anger, my body can’t deny the sexual energy zapping up my arm.
Yanking out of his grip, I head to the back of the elevator to lean on the cool, mirrored wall. Isaac’s presence is so strong it suffocates the air surrounding him. My cheeks are already flushed from his closeness.
Once the elevator starts ascending, Isaac pivots to face me. His narrowed eyes study my body before lifting to my face. His gaze is unnerving and primal, and it has my pulse quickening. When he drinks in my flushed cheeks, he cockily winks.
“You’re a pig.” I cross my arms in front of my chest, still annoyed at spending the last two hours in the presence of him and his dim-witted date.
“And yet, you still want to fuck me.”
My eyes shoot to his. His hungry, heavy-lidded gaze stares into mine, daring me to deny his statement.
“You wish,” I snarl in a whisper.
He inhales an unashamed whiff through his nostrils. “Deny it all you want, Isabelle, but I can smell how aroused you are.”
My knees pull together as a bashful whimper hums my lips. When he steps closer to me, I hold my hand out in front of my body, stopping him midstride. I can feel my qualm slipping, so the closer he gets to me, the more my levelheadedness will falter.
Ignoring my silent warning, Isaac nods, smiles a devilishly evil grin, then steps closer.
* * *
In a blur of bites, tongue lashes, and mini-climaxes, I somehow end up being held against the wall in my apartment. The skirt of my dress bunches around my stomach, and two of Isaac's long, gifted fingers have my orgasm teetering on the brink. Our movements are frantic, both blinded by a lust-filled frenzy. Stars form, I scream his name, and my legs buckle when an explosion of fireworks erupt through my body so hard and fast I nearly tumble to the ground.
