Page 21 of Heroes & Hitmen
She should be walking in any second now.
I don’t have to wait long before the front doors of the Tower glide open and Miley struts in looking like she just stepped out of some glossy fashion spread, all smooth lines and effortless poise. There’s a satin ribbon tied in her hair– pale pink this time, neat as a bow on a gift box. She always looks perfect, always composed, but I’ve seen flashes of the fire underneath. That sharp tongue, those stunning eyes that flare when I push her buttons.
She heads toward the elevator, luscious tits bouncing with every step, and reaches out to press the call button.
That’s when I move in.
“Fancy seeing you here,” I say casually as I step up beside her, as if I didn’t just time this whole encounter down to the minute.
Miley turns her head slowly, eyeing me with the same mixture of irritation and disbelief she always harbors. “What are you doing, Ares?” she sighs.
“Just heading up to my place.” I nod toward the elevator bank as the light above one of them illuminates. “Same as you.”
She heaves another sigh and shifts her weight, arms crossing. “Of course you are.”
The elevator doors slide open and she quickly steps inside, hitting the button for the twentieth floor. I follow right behind her, leaning into her space to press the button for floor thirty-two.
Goddamn, she smells like heaven.
Miley sidesteps to reclaim her space as the doors close, the elevator humming softly as it begins to rise.
“So,” I say, pocketing my hands. “Big night ahead? Face mask, trash TV, that sort of thing?”
She doesn’t even glance at me, her glare practically burning a hole into the metal elevator doors as she folds her arms over her chest again. “Stop stalking me.”
I grin. “Stalking’s such a loaded word. I preferserendipitous proximity.”
“Do you ever listen to yourself?” she mutters, rolling her eyes.
Playing hard to get, as usual.
A chuckle rumbles in my chest. “I’ll have you know that most people appreciate my humor.”
“Most people are morons,” she deadpans.
“Fair point,” I snort, bumping my elbow into hers. “Hey, look at us finally agreeing on something. Wanna come up to my place and find out what else we’ve got in common? I’ve got beer and a balcony with a view.”
“No,” she replies flatly.
“Your place, then?”
She whirls on me, arching a dubious brow. “You do remember the rules, right?” she scoffs. “No males on the twentieth floor unless it’s by Alpha’s orders.”
“Rules are meant to be broken,” I say with a wink, my gaze shamelessly dropping to her cleavage.
She snorts a laugh. “Maybe wherever you’re from, but that’s not how things work here.”
“Colorado.”
“What?” she asks, scrunching her cute little nose.
“That’s where I’m from,” I reply smoothly, an easy grin spreading across my face at the mention of home. “A little town in northern Colorado. It’s in the middle of a forest, we’re free to shift and run whenever we want… I’ll take you there sometime, let you see it for yourself.”
Miley just stares back at me expressionlessly, the elevator slowing as it approaches her floor. “Do you have selective memory or something?” she huffs. “By this time next week, I’ll bemated. I’ll be in another state, with another pack…”
“Should we just run away together now, then?” I cut in, wagging my brows.
She heaves a long-suffering sigh as the elevator chimes and the doors slide open, her dark blonde hair whipping behind her as she pivots to exit.
