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Had to be.
I pinched my arm and yelped when it hurt.
“Are you okay?” one of the men behind me asked.
Oh my god.Now I had done it.
Not only did I have two hot MC guys behind me, but I had also drawn attention to myself.
I was a wallflower, not someone who looked for attention.
“Ma’am?” he called again.
I glanced over my shoulder but kept my eyes turned down to the floor. “I’m good. Just pinching myself.”
What?Why on earth did I tell them that? I could have just said I was fine. No need to explain what a tool I was.
“Uh, okay?” he laughed.
I needed the elevator doors to opennow, or I needed a hole to magically appear so I could jump in it.
“It’s been a long day, and I, uh, just wanted to make sure…” I didn’t know what I wanted to make sure of because I was not a good liar on the spot.Obviously.
“Make sure what?” the other man asked.
They weren’t being rude to me.
If anything, they were rightly concerned about me yelping out loud and not being able to string a complete sentence together.
If I were them, I would have thought I was drunk or having some type of medical emergency.
“Make sure you were awake?” the first guy suggested.
Yeah, I would like a hole to magically appear and swallow me whole.Please.
The elevator doors slid open, and I darted inside. The wagon banged into the half-open doors behind me, and my body jerked back.
I twisted around, and instead of my butt hitting the floor, strong arms wrapped around my waist, and the potent smells of leather and mint surrounded me.
“Easy, babe,” the voice attached to the arms around me cooed. He pulled me into his arms, and I dropped the wagon handle. My head tipped back, and I was face to face with the most handsome man I had ever seen.
It should be illegal for this guy to even be alive; he was that good-looking.
I knew beauty was in the eye of the beholder, but I was the beholder, and I forgot how to breathe; this man was that handsome.
Woo-wee!
His hair was long but slicked back, and his face was covered with a dark, well-groomed beard. His eyes were a dark brown, and a small smile played on his lips.
“You okay?” he asked.
My eyes darted to his name on his chest.
Aero.
Was I transported into one of my romance books, and I was suddenly the dorky book nerd meeting her prince charming?
“Babe,” he called again.
