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I pushed him aside, my tiny frame knocking him away as I frantically pressed the buttons.
“What did you do?” I asked loudly, partially to Nick, partially to me. I admitted he was cute—actually cute—my last declaration like some magical incantation that locked us in this metal shoebox. How? Why? Was I really stuck in here after confessing that?
“I didn’t do anything,” Nick assured calmly. “These old elevators sometimes need a little help.”
“Well, you’re the help, right?”
“I’m the super.”
“Doesn’t that involve this?”
“This is a little outside my wheelhouse.” Nick laid his bags on the floor, hovering over my shoulder. “This requires an engineer sometimes… though I doubt it’s serious.”
I pulled out my phone and sighed, the screen completely black, entirely dead. “You have to call someone!”
“I don’t have my phone… but it’s ok, there’s a button here for service.”
“Are they fast? Could we fall?” I turned toward him, worried, slightly contemplative. Maybe death by elevator wouldn’t be so bad, a swifter and more merciful sentence than this, being stuck with Nick after telling him how I felt. My antlers jingled back and forth as I switched between facing Nick and the buttons. I was humiliated.
“Yes, they’re fast. And no one is falling.”
“It’s New York, it’s happened before.”
“I won’t let it happen to you,” Nick’s hand reached toward my waist, pressing the emergency call button. “If we fall, I’ll lift you up.”
“Lift me?” I squeaked.
“Yes… I’ll make sure you’re secure before we hit the bottom. I’ll hold you in my arms and lie on my back.”
“Does that work?” I froze, quickly swiping my headband off.
“Of course. But we’re not falling,” Nick laughed. I stared up at him, horrified at how stupid I looked again. He seemed focused on the buttons as I stood frigid, concerned that I had somehow creeped him out with my comment.
Was it too much?
Would he still come fix my leak eventually?
I hated to think that my quick admission would soon become an awkward tombstone to our relationship. Before I blurted out to Nick, I imagined leaving this elevator, allowing my confidence to do the convincing on how sexy I could be. This was the opposite of what Camilla told me to do, none of which involved me turning into a mess.
Nick, though?
He seemed unbothered.
In fact, he fought a smile as he locked his eyes onto mine, almost laughing at how shocked I must have appeared.
“Is this funny to you, Nicholas Stafford!” I shouted.
Nicholas?
Did I just use his full name?
He inched closer, nearly sandwiching me against the wall and intercom.
“It’s a little funny,” he whispered sweetly, sending me into an almost hypnotic calmness.
“MAP communications, this is Linda, how may I help you?” An older woman’s voice came through the other end as Nick cleared his throat.
“Hi, yes. We seem to be stuck in our elevator.”
