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f that she’s not someone to be having sexy thoughts about. “She’s Emily.”
“You forgetting my name?” Emily is closer than I thought. Those big eyes of hers look up at me and I let out a breath.
“Never. Let’s get inside.”
We walk to the door in companionable silence. I notice Emily scanning the treeline, but she doesn’t say anything. I hold out my hand to her. She wraps both her hands around mine and squeezes gently. “There’s a lock on the door to the building and another one on my apartment,” I say, as if it’s an idle observation.
Her cheeks flush. “I know I’m safe here. After what happened, I’m just…nervous.”
“You had a shock. It’s normal.”
She nods. Her hair falls in front of her face and I can’t see her expression.
I use my key to unlock the door and let her in.
She lets out a whistle when she sees the spacious hallway with marble floors. “I always knew you had high standards, but damn.” She admires the molding along the ceiling and I have the bizarre thought that I wish she’d look at me like that. Never before in my life have I wished to be wainscotting.
I press the button for the elevator and the doors slide open silently. We walk into the elevator and as soon as the doors shut silently behind us, I realize I’ve made a mistake. We should have taken the stairs.
If we’d taken the stairs I wouldn’t have been in a small space with Emily standing right beside me. The tension between us is practically crackling.
Her eyes meet mine, and there’s no denying it. I want to have sex with Emily. And I’m pretty sure she wants it, too.
Chapter Five
Emily
The elevator doors open and I gasp in oxygen. I feel like I haven’t taken a breath since I got on. I keep my eyes on the floor as Peter leads me to his apartment.
Because I’m at Peter’s apartment.
Because I’ve found Peter.
The giddiness in my chest threatens to overwhelm me. He’s everything I’ve always believed a grown up Peter would be and more. Successful, driven, smart.
And so handsome that I’m slowly losing my mind.
Oh, God. That elevator ride. He was standing so close to me I could smell the minty scent of his shampoo. Heat was radiating off him in waves.
I’d wanted to reach out and touch him, well, everywhere.
I didn’t, though. And I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. My nether regions are definitely convinced I should regret it.
Peter ushers me into his apartment and it’s just as impressive as the rest of the building. It looks worthy of a magazine cover.
One wall of his living room is just a massive window overlooking the city. I stare out in wonderment at the blanket of lights beneath us.
I turn around and take in the rest of the apartment. He doesn’t have any decorations on the walls, but the walls themselves are decorative with their exposed brick. The only furniture in his living room is an armchair and a bookshelf stuffed full of books.
I stroll through the rest of the open-concept area looking for some place to put my purse down, but don’t see a kitchen table. “Where do you eat?”
“Um, I don’t normally eat here.” He looks guilty, like he’s confessing a state secret. “I eat all my meals at the office. When I do bring something home, I just stand at the counter.”
“You don’t cook?” I open his kitchen cabinets and find them empty.
“No.” He shrugs. “No time.”
“I get that. My studies take up so much time, sometimes I wonder how I manage to do anything else. I miss having the time to cook. I really love it.”
