Page 26 of Rush the Edge

She must notice my internal pause, because she quickly crosses her arms and shoots me a teasing look.

“Hey, neighbor.” She’s acting awfully cheerful. “I dropped your package off upstairs. The mailman accidently brought it to my door instead of yours.”

I squint at her.What?

“So sorry I opened it.” She giggles, and fuck me if it doesn’t remind me of summer nights back home. “I didn’t realize it was yours until I saw that it was cream for gonorrhea.”

I stiffen.

This fucking brat.

The woman in my grip freezes before she slowly loosens her legs. “Uh, what?”

I turn to her to try to convince her that Daisy is lying, but there’s nothing I can say that’ll make her stay now. She presses L for the lobby and puts obvious distance between us, as if I’m going to give her the STD by sharing the small space with her.

I glare at Daisy and her twinkling, little glint.

“Oh, you two go ahead,” she adds. “I’ll just catch the next elevator.”

The door begins to shut, and she sends me a little wave.

Before it closes altogether, I shake my head at her.

Game on, Daisy.

* * *

The next day, I wait outside of Daisy and River’s apartment, knowing she’ll exit soon because she has to head to the arena for a fitting—something Cindy let me in on because she clearly thinks Daisy and I are on much better terms than we actually are.

That may be because I acted as if Daisy was like a sister to me when I scored her the interview, but what Cindy doesn’t know won’t kill her.

The door swings open, and I hurriedly shove off the wall with my hockey bag in tow.

Daisy stops abruptly, her shiny strawberry-blonde hair swinging behind her shoulders. She takes one look at me, confusion flickering against her soft features, before she shakes her head and acts as if I don’t exist.

She presses the down button and puts her back to me.

I run my gaze down her backside—something she notices in the shiny elevator door. She lifts an eyebrow, and I try to play it off by leaning forward with my mouth right beside her ear. “Ready for your fitting?”

To my surprise, she doesn’t even flinch. I get a whiff of her perfume, and it goes right to my dick.

Honey.

She smells like sweet honey.

Daisy strides onto the elevator, presses L for the lobby, and slips off to the right, whereas I head for the spot I had my date pressed against the night before. With the doors closed, the space gets tighter. Daisy’s fingers clutch her oversized bag, and her white teeth clamp onto her glossy bottom lip.

“You know you initiated war, right?” I ask.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

A little noise sounds with each floor that the elevator descends on. It’s a nice break in the loud silence that’s currently screaming at me.

Finally, Daisy stops pretending I’m not inside this small space with her. “War?” she repeats, without looking at me.

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