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Now, I was used to it. It didn’t happen often, and Lord knew, I couldn’t control it.
“Yes, I—”
Again, I didn’t finish.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “Is this space for your show? I heard you’re talking to Netflix.”
I wasn’t talking to Netflix.
But she wasn’t far off.
“Can you please show us the suite?” Hale put in, still with his long fingers wrapped around my elbow. “Elsa and I are both in a time crunch.”
“Of course, of course. Let’s hit the elevator,” she replied.
Handstillon my elbowinsidemy trench, thus it was skin to skin, Hale led me to the elevator.
Fortunately, before I felt the need to pull away, he let me go.
But the heat of his hold remained.
I ignored that and took off my sunglasses. I then watched Hale’s thumbs fly over the keyboard on his phone. I gave into the urge, switched perspectives, and watched a muscle flex along his strong, stubbled jaw.
I felt a quiver somewhere private.
Yep, that was what you got when you had no willpower.
I forced my eyes to detach from that glory and dug in my tote to find my glasses case.
The elevator let us out on the twelfth floor, and the woman, who hadn’t introduced herself, turned right, then left, and opened the second door down the hall with a code.
She walked in, flipping on lights.
She then immediately went into her shpiel.
“Twenty-five-hundred square feet. Two windowed offices, a conference room and large storage. Kitchenette. Interior bathroom with shower. Soundproofed studio through there,” she pointed at a naked, glassed-in space that was the size of my entire studio. “Production suite attached. And of course,” she lifted her hands out to her sides, “expansive reception area. All furnished.”
This was about two thousand square feet more than I needed, and the furnishing was not to my taste. It was modern and clean-lined, but utilitarian. The views were into the windows of the next building.
And it was altogetherfabulous.
“Month to month lease, with the property-owner giving you thirty days to vacate if he finds a long-term lessee,” she stated.
Hale was looking at me, and when I caught his gaze, he asked, “Well?”
“Can we talk privately?” I asked.
“Of course, I’ll just—” the realtor began.
It was her turn to be interrupted as Hale reached to me, this time grabbing my hand, and he took me into the soundproofed studio.
The door closed behind us, he let go and faced me. “I don’t have a lot of time, Elsa. Will this work?”
“I thought I only needed it for a week.”
“I’m renting it for the month. Use it for a week, the entire month, I don’t care. I just need to know if it’ll work.”
Would it work?
