CHAPTER 2
ZOE
The elevator doors slide open on the 12th floor and I step in wearing the tightest pencil skirt I own, red silk blouse, hair in a high ponytail like a handle he hasn’t earned yet.
Nathan is already inside, leaning against the back wall, coffee in one hand, eyes locked on me the second I appear.
He doesn’t speak.
He just hits the close door button, then the big red stop button.
The car jerks to a halt between floors.
Alarms beep twice and go silent.
I raise an eyebrow. “Real subtle.”
He sets the coffee on the floor, slow and deliberate, and stalks forward.
“Skirt up. Panties down. Now.”
My heart slams against my ribs, but I smirk.
“Make me.”
Two steps and he’s on me, hand fisted in my ponytail, yanking my head back so hard my scalp burns.
His mouth crashes into m
