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“Are you going to get in the elevator?” He motions with his hand at the lift that will take us to his office. I didn’t even realize he’d started talking, because I was too busy staring at his mouth.
Get a grip, Ella.
Yes, he’s handsome, tall, fit, and sexy … and crap I’m eye fucking him now. “Err, yes, sorry.” I shake my head and hurry into the elevator making sure to keep my eyes down so I don’t risk staring at him like a teenager again.
“Is something wrong with your face, you’re very red.” He says from the side of me.
I peek over and there’s a smirk on his face. The bastard is making fun of me.
“No, nothing wrong with my face? What about your fingers?” I lift my head and even though I’m nervous as all get out I can give as good as I get.
“What? No?” He turns to me with his eyebrows furrowed.
“Maybe you want to press a floor?” I gesture with my chin to the buttons, none of which are lit up.
That cocky smile he had on a second ago drops. He huffs out in annoyance as he leans forward and presses the button for the 12th and top floor.
The elevator car moves quickly, but with it only being the two of us in here I feel engulfed by Percy’s aura and his scent. This morning it’s ink and coffee instead of pencil shavings and dark liquor. The doors open on the fourth floor and a small group of people pack into the elevator moving me closer to Percy.
The back of my arm bumps into his midsection and it’s hard as stone. My imagination runs wild and all at once I’m almost hyper aware of how close he is to me. My body is so much smaller than his, in my flats I barely come up to the top of his chest. His hands are in his pants’ pockets and it stretches the fabric against his thick legs. The man looks like he runs marathons without breaking a sweat. He shifts from one foot to the other and the motion causes his bulge to push up against thin pants.
Holy cock, he’s huge.
Not only is the man sexy as sin, but he’s well endowed and built like a Greek god.
“Hmm.” I moan softly and bite my lips to keep myself from drooling.
The elevator jerks to a stop snapping my mind out from the gutter. When I look up there’s no one else in the elevator, but me and him.
Shoot, he caught me staring at him again. “This is us, yeah?” I ask before I walk off the elevator.
When I look over my shoulder to see if he’s following I expect to see that smirk from earlier, instead his eyes are drilling daggers into me. He looks pissed.
He strolls off the elevator and walks by me without stopping to tell me where we’re going. I’m here for a story and he agreed to give it to me. Pissed or not, I have work to do.
“Percy, is this floor only for you?”
“Does it look like it’s only for me?” He asks, shooting the question over his shoulder.
I reach into my bag and pull out my Ipad. I have pages upon pages of questions that I had prepared to ask him, but none of them will work if we’re going to act like enemies. I open up a blank page ready to note anything of importance and when I come across a small display case with a newspaper clipping proudly displayed in the center of the large walkway, I stop to take a photo.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Percy turns and growls at me.
“Taking a picture, grumpy. What is this?” I lean closer examining the protected paper in front of me. It must be the first printing, but I want him to tell me that.
Percy clears his throat and takes a step closer to me, “That’s the first county wide release of the Snow Chronicle, my great grandfather only meant for it to be given out to the people in the town, but too many were made. He offered them for a penny a piece and by the time the day was done he’d sold out. People had come from other towns to read what he wrote. At that time, the governor was trying to get taxes raised again and my great grandfather was one of the only people to get to the truth of the matter even though he could have lost his life for doing so. We’ve kept it in our family and in the company to remind ourselves to stay true and that what we do is not only entertainment, but a civil service.”
This is exactly what I’ve been trying to tell the people where I work. It’s fine if you want to write fluff pieces from time to time, but I’d signed up to bring people real news as well. Why can’t Sam and the rest of management down at Nova Tribune get that?
“That’s amazing. Not many keep true to that. Especially once they’ve already reached the level of success the Snow Chronicle has.” I look up at him, making sure to maintain eye contact instead of letting my gaze roam like I really want to.
“Yeah, sure.” He huffs out a breath before he turns on his heel and walks away without any further explanation. So much for breaking the ice. I want this article to be good. Hell, I want it to be the best article I’ve ever done. Though how does he expect me to make him look good on paper when he’s being so much of an ass.
I follow behind him just as the door to his office is about to close. He doesn’t offer me a seat, water, or anything. He literally is just going on about his day like I’m not here.
“Look Percy, like it or not this is happening.” I walk up closer to his desk and press my hands on my hips. “I don’t want this to be hard, but if that’s how you like it, we can do it that way too.”
His eyebrows jump up and he walks around the desk back into my space. “Hard? What do you know about hard?”
