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I stared at my reflection in the door and stood up straighter. “Bullshit. You knew exactly what you were saying.”
“It’s not my fault if there was truth to what I said.”
I whipped my head to face him and frowned. “Your apology sucks by the way.”
“I wasn’t trying to apologize.”
“So, what were you trying to do? Rub salt into the wound? Because I’m not in the mood for this right now, okay?”
“Jesus, it was just a comment.” Killian ran a hand over his face before letting his hand fall to his side. “If I had known you were going to get all pissy about it, I wouldn’t—”
“Pissy? You think this is me being pissy? You don’t even know what that looks like.”
Killian turned, so he was facing me directly, annoyance etched onto his face. “I guess that makes me a lucky man, doesn’t it?”
I snorted. “No, because that means that no woman you’ve ever been with has ever felt anything real for you.”
Killian’s eyes tightened around the edges. “Is that what you tell yourself to make yourself feel better about being alone at night?”
I pointed a finger at him and shook it. “No, it’s what I know.”
“Fuck you, Meghan.”
“Oh, so you can dish out the truth, but you can’t handle it?”
Killian bridged the short distance between us, so our chests were pressed against each other. “Don’t kid yourself. That’s not the truth. That’s just what you think.”
“If you really believed that, why would you care so much?”
“I don’t.”
I threw my head back and let out a humorless laugh. “Bullshit. You care, and we both know you do.”
Killian scowled. “No, we both know thatyou’rethe one who cares, Meghan. You just can’t handle it because---”
The elevator shook, and the lights flicked on and off, cutting off the rest of his sentence. Then the lights went out entirely, and the elevator came to a sudden, grinding halt, causing me to pitch forward and collide with his chest. Killian’s hand moved to my waist, and he steadied me, his feet planted on either side of me, and the intoxicating smell of him washing over me.
Slowly, the lights flickered and buzzed before coming back on.
But the elevator remained still.
Killian was still holding my waist, and I caught my breath as I looked up at him.
I swallowed hard, breaking eye contact and staring directly at his chest. He felt so much broader up close. I realized how muscular his chest was.
“This cannot be happening. We cannot be stuck in an elevator,” I said quietly, attempting to stave off the panic that was rising in my chest.
“I’m sure the generators will kick in soon.” He said, in a low voice, still holding my waist.
My pulse was racing, both at the prospect of plummeting to my death in this elevator, and at the thought of being stuck in it with Killian, and the realization that he was still holding me.
The fans hadn’t kicked back on with the lights, and I could already feel the temperature rising from the lack of airflow.
I pushed his hands off my waist and moved to the door, pressing myself against it and listening.
“We should call for help.”
Killian pulled his hands from my waist and fully removed his loosened tie, draping it around his neck. “Why? No one is going to hear us anyway. It’s better to just wait for them to come to our rescue.”
