The doors were almost shut when I stepped in, already regretting not taking the damn stairs. And there he was—Mr. Cole, my boss, standing there like he owned the place.
He didn’t even blink at me, just let his eyes rake slowly down my body, as if he was deciding whether I’d dressed for the office or for something else. The way his gaze lingered sent a shiver straight to my core.
I hit my floor button, turning away to face the doors. I could feel that smirk tug at his lips. We lived on the same floor. Lucky me.
Suddenly, the elevator jerked violently to a stop between floors. My whole body pitched forward, and my palm slammed hard against the cold steel wall. Then I felt his hand—rough and firm—landing on my hip, steadying me, but also claiming me.
“You could let go,” I said flatly, ref
