I shouldn’t engage. I should stand here silently and wait for this elevator ride to end.
But Knox just spent three hours ignoring me after making me feel like the center of his universe, and there’s something refreshing about someone who’s openly interested rather than running hot and cold like a broken faucet.
“We met at the dinner,” I point out. “You kissed my hand and looked at me like you were trying to read my soul. That counts as an introduction.”
“That was a preview.” Rafael’s eyes crinkle with amusement. “This is the full experience.”
“Lucky me.”
“You wound me, Miss Aragon.” He presses a hand to his chest in mock injury. “And here I thought we were building rapport.”
“You trapped me in an elevator. This might as well be a hostage situation.”
“Semantics.”
Despite myself, I f
