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I make my way down to the Snow Chronicle building and even stepping into the building I know that I’m entering a whole different world of journalism. The outside of the building is stark silver with some black accents, but inside the building it seems to be out of a sci-fi novel. The level of technology that I see just walking in the building from the projected light show to the LCD TV screens showing the current day’s events. A very large part of me wants to spin around in a large circle to take everything in.
I stand looking up at the large screen taking in what had happened over night. It makes me sad. Most things that we see in the media are focused on how shitty we treat each other. I usually focus on things that make a difference, not because I don’t enjoy good gossip, but I learned along with the need not to get beat up, hurting other people with the stories that I report on isn’t what I want to do with my life. I don’t want to hurt anyone.
“Feel free to stand there all day.” Percy grumbles as he speed walks by me.
“Oh, shoot. Sorry I didn’t see you there. Your building is amazing.” I gush as I rush to keep up with his long strides. I’d opted for flats this morning and I’m glad I did. I don’t know how much moving around this man does on any one day, but there’s no way I would keep up with him in heels, not without landing on my face a few times.
“Thanks.” He answers stiffly.
He presses the button on the elevator and the two of us wait in awkward silence.
I take a chance and glance at him, maybe find a talking piece to break the ice. Instead, all I see is the tenseness of his shoulders and jaw. The muscle on the side of his face twitching under what looks like a day or two of not shaving. Since I’m looking at his profile I can see the small pout of his full lips, they look soft. I wonder how they feel?
“Ella?”
I jerk out of my daydream, and look up to his eyes. “Huh?”
“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.
