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“So, you were with a friend?” Nick scanned me once more, but this time his gaze lingered much longer on my lips. I wasn’t sure if he was relieved or concerned.

“Well, she’s my boss… it’s complicated.”

“Hmmm,” Nick sighed. “I thought for some reason you were on a date.”

“Date?” I snorted, smoothing over my hair, its taut texture blooming into curls on the other end of my ponytail. “No. No date. Never a date.”

“Never?”

“Not for a few months now.”

“I don’t believe that,” he said, rather confidently, sternly. “Especially tonight, I can’t imagine you going out like that… and not being hit on.”

“Like what?” I stared down at my outfit, playing with its gold buttons.

“Like that, Elena…” he rolled his eyes, amused. “It’s just that you look nice…like, really, really, nice.”

Nick stared for a hard second, which turned into two, then three. My head swirled with blood and booze, my lips numb to a buzz that surely made me blush.

Me? Nice looking?

His determination to not look away was met with the most alluring challenge, as Camilla’s daunting cackle morphed into an encouraging chant in my head.

Do it, do it, do it!

I squeezed onto the gift, the elevator beeping loudly, stilling time as my mouth opened and my breath fell short into the most confident response I could muster.

I wasn’t sure how I did it, or why it suddenly felt so easy, but my words spilled out in perfect harmony to the unapologetic sincerity of my eyes.

“You look good too, Nick.” I twisted my hands, trying to, but unable to resist the most radiant smile. “Actually, I think you’re really cute. Always have.”

The elevator jolted to a stop, reaching my level as I turned to face the reflective door. Never had I felt so completely empowered, so totally in control as my one hidden truth finally came out in the most spectacular way. It was perfect, met effortlessly with how I turned away, how I planned to walk out and turn back with a seductive wink.

I smiled at my reflection for a second, then waited a little longer.

Nothing.

Nick reached for the button and pressed it.

I continued to stare.

Nothing again.

The elevator door wasn't opening.

It.

Wasn’t.

Opening.

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Elena

#5 He Makes Me Feel Safe, Even While Pushing My Buttons

“Oh, that’s not good,” Nick mumbled to himself as the elevator buzzed with an annoying alarm.

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