Page 251 of My Rules

I really didn’t want him to know I was coming. I just wanted to knock on his door and surprise him.

If he doesn’t know that I’m coming, then he can’t tell me not to.

I walk in through the grand foyer and look around. “Can I help you?” the doorman asks.

“I’m just waiting for a friend.” I smile.

He nods and goes back to whatever he’s doing at his desk while I take a seat on the fancy leather lounge.

What the hell do I do now?

On his desk I can see a set of keys with a swipe card attached to it. That’s the card I need to get upstairs.

I look left and I look right. How do I get it?

Would he take a bribe?

Shit.

This is a disaster.

A car pulls up into the parking bay outside the building, and as the cabdriver is getting the person’s suitcase out of the trunk, the suitcase bursts open. Books and things go flying everywhere. The doorman runs out through the front doors to help, and my eyes flick to the keys on his desk.

It’s now or never.

I stand and walk straight to the desk and pick up the keys and go to the elevator.

If I’m going to hell, I may as well get arrested while I’m at it too.

I push the button as I look over my shoulder. “Come on.”

I push it again and again. “Hurry up. Hurry up.”

My eyes flick out front to the commotion of the broken bag as people scramble to pick everything up.

The elevator doors finally open, and I dive in and hit the close button. I swipe the card and hit level 7. It lights up.

Success.

My heart is hammering hard in my chest, and I cannot believe I just stole the fucking keys. Maybe I am a Bond girl after all.

The doors open, and I stride down the corridor with purpose. Then I knock hard on his door.

No answer.

I knock hard again. Knock, knock, knock.

Silence.

Damn it, he’s not even home.

The door opens in a rush, and there he stands. The beautiful Blake Grayson in all his glory. He’s wearing gray track pants and a white shirt, and his hair is a disheveled, beautiful mess.

He frowns when he sees me. “Rebecca.”

“Hi, Blake.”

He glances up the hallway. “What are you doing here?”

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