“Why?” I ask confused.
His stare is heavy, feeding my nervousness. “I wanted to spend some time with you.”
I glance at my watch. “It’s almost midnight.”
King shrugs. “I’ve been here awhile. Still, you’re more than worth the wait.”
My traitorous heart flips at his words.Ugh it’s a line Shelby, keep it together!This guy is dangerous. I swore off bikers.No bikers!Mason was one too many.
“You need to leave,” I tell him, trying to keep my features stoic. “It’s too late for this conversation. I’m worn out.”
“That’s a good idea,” he says.
“It is?” I ask, walking into the open staff elevator.
I don’t know if I want him to go or stay—my brain is warring with itself.
“Yeah. We can have it over breakfast in the morning after we get some rest.”
“I’m sleeping in tomorrow. So sorry, no breakfast date.”
Instead of taking my refusal for what it is, he follows me into the elevator. The staff elevators always feel cramped, but they seem even smaller with him standing next to me, sucking up all my air and my good sense
“You’re not supposed to be in these elevators, you don’t work here,” I point out.
“No, but my woman does,” he says, watching as the doors start to close.
“Say what?” I ask, staring at him with wide eyes. He has a woman who works here?
“My woman works here,” he repeats, nonchalantly, then gives me a not-so-subtle wink that says he means his woman as in me.
The metal door closes with a heavy thud and my heart frantically beats inside my chest. In an instant he’s right in front of me, caging me in, pinning me against the wall of the elevator. It comes to a shaky halt when he pulls the stop button, barely taking his dark, inky eyes off me.
I should be scared, but my heart is galloping like a race horse for an entirely different reason. It’s not fear coursing through my veins—not even close.
“Did you escape the third floor?” I ask. I’m proud of myself for being able to even find words. My mind is racing right now, and I’m turned on…God, am I turned on.
“What’s on the third floor?” King asks, with a crooked smile. Something about his smile makes feel as if I might melt into a puddle on the floor at any time.
“Behavioral health.”
“You’re cute,” he says softly as he leans in. His nose just barely grazes my neck and I hear him inhale.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask, breathlessly.
“Why do you smell like cookies?” His hot breath hits my neck sending goosebumps down my body. I get a whiff of his scent. He smells all woodsy and manly. My knees grow weak, practically knocking together.
“I ate Grandma Billie’s oatmeal raisin cookies for dinner,” I blurt, trying not to let out an appreciative moan. This man has the power to make me stupid. I can’t afford to be dumb for another man.
He pulls away from my neck, holding his face merely inches from mine. “You smell like sugar and vanilla. It makes me want to eat you up,” he purrs, pronouncing the last part so slowly that I can hear the promise dripping off each word. The muscles in my thighs tighten as I feel myself grow wet, my nipples rubbing painfully against my shirt.
Oh God.
“You need to step back.”Before I do something that I might regret.
King doesn’t do what I want completely, but he does pull back slightly, letting me breathe a little easier and regain some of my wit.
“I need you to understand that you’re going to give into me,” he warns. He cuts me off before I can reply. “It’ll speed things up if you just accept that now because I’m not going to disappear.”