Page 5 of Elevator Pitch

“What floor?”

My book is getting good, and now I’m trapped in the elevator with the ‘Smell Good Man.’

Is he talking to me?If so, that’s just my luck.

“I’m sorry?” I ask without looking up.

I swear I’m not usually this rude. I’m just on the last two pages of this chapter, and I must know what happens.

The enemies are about to become lovers, dammit!

His voice is smooth and husky.

“Excuse me, Miss. I don’t mean to interrupt, but I’m not sure where you’re headed?” I see his hands motion to the buttons beside the door from the corner of my eye. “You didn’t press a button, so we’re sitting in limbo here. Not that you aren’t good company,” he chuckles.

My eyes are still focused on my book.

“Why didn’t you press your floor? You could’ve left me in limbo while you went home.”

“Ladies first.”

I snort, reading the end of the chapter.

“I’m sure limbo would be better if I could see your face, but I’m not as interesting as your book.”

“Sir,” I say flatly.

“Ma’am,” he says sternly.

I finally glance at him, and I wasn’t preparedat all. He’s in an all-black suit that’s tailored to perfection, and I wonder where he just came from.

What’s his story?

He’s tall with broad shoulders and bulging arms. He obviously works out often.

I bet he could pick me up.

His hair is dark and tousled like he’d been running his fingers through it. His face is incredibly chiseled, and his skin is glowing.

I’m almost certain he could cut glass with that jaw.

What’s his skincare routine?

His striking brown eyes sparkle with warmth. I usually avoid eye contact, but my curiosity takes the lead. I can’t pinpoint what it is about him, nor can I look away.

This man is gorgeous.

He stares at me with confusion before he notices what I’m doing. He’s so expressive that you can see his thought process on his face. He focuses on my mouth. Instinctively, I start swiping at my lip in case I’m drooling, and he smirks.

“You’re not drooling. If that’s why you keep wiping yourmouth.”

“I know I’m not,” I say defensively.

“Listen, ma’am. I don’t have anywhere to be,butif you’re going to keep eye fucking me…I’d appreciate it if you’d ask me my name.”

My jaw drops, and I cover my face with my hand.

“Don’t be shy now,” he says in a playful voice.

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