“No, just a friend.” She chews on her bottom lip.
There’s something that she isn’t telling me. “I’ll wait outside the apartment door,” I say, “but you’re bringing me inside the building.”
She exhales a sigh and gives a brief nod.
Karina seems to accept my proposal.
She unlocks the door, and I follow her into the foyer and up the stairs. “You don’t use the elevator?”
“It’s broken,” she says.
I walk just a few steps behind her, keeping up as we climb eight flights.
Karina is in shape. While I’d noticed her luscious curves, I hadn’t realized how she got her work out, just walking up eight flights every time she came home was a chore.
She stalls at the front door, key in hand. “You’ll stay here?”
“I will under one condition.”
“What’s that?” she asks.
“I have to scour your bag and you to make sure that you aren’t bringing a weapon back to the compound.”
She seems to accept my proposition.
“All right. Just don’t come in. You’ll scare my friend.”
She unlocks the front door.
“Five minutes,” I warn her. “Or I’ll break down the door.” She slips inside, slamming it shut before I get another word in.
Do I need to worry that she’s going to run and sneak out of the fire escape?