Page 5 of Accidentally Amy

“Wankiness,” he repeated, shutting down my babbles. “All wankiness aside, I rather like hearing the voice of the person I’m talking to.”

I felt like I needed garlic or some type of dagger I could plunge into Mr. Chest’s chest as protection, because statements like that were a straight-up assault on my ovaries. Herather likedhearing the person’s voice?

Just take my heart now, you gorgeous wanker.

“I’ll give you my number,” I said, trying not to seem too eager. “But I make no promises on the whole phone call thing. I fear I may start mashing the numerical keypad and shouting emoji names at random out of confusion.”

“Eggplant, eggplant?” he said with an absolute straight face.

“Our conversation will have to take a pretty wild turn for that to be my emoji-shout of choice, but you never know.” I looked down at his shirt. “Do you have a closet full of fresh shirts at your office, or did you have to go home after I drizzled your Calvin Klein?”

“I ran home.”

I still felt bad about that. “Please tell me you live close to Scooter’s.”

“You seem pretty interested in my personal information,” he said, his eyes getting a teasing glint that made me want to ruffle his hair. “You sure you’re not a bunny boiler?”

I tilted my head and wondered if he had pets. “Do youhavea bunny?”

An eyebrow went up. “Why do you want to know?”

“I’m fascinated by the pets people keep,” I admitted, my eyes wandering all over his face. “And if you told me you had abunny, I think I’d find you to be the most interesting man in this elevator.”

He smiled a little more, and his dimples popped.

Fucking dimples.

I’m going to need that dagger stat.

He said, “Words cannot express how much I regret to inform you that I am not one in possession of a rabbit.”

I bit down on my lower lip to hold in the laugh, worried my interest in him was as subtle as a neon Times Square billboard. “Itistragic, but perhaps you might consider adopting one…?”

He leaned a little closer, and just like that, there was white-hot electricity in the elevator. Our faces were close, and I was very aware all of a sudden that we were alone in a stopped elevator car. My oxygen was now his freshly showered scent, and I wanted to breathe it in until I hyperventilated. His voice was quieter and seemed a bit huskier when he said, “If I didn’t already have a cat, I’d be begging you to go with me to the shelter and pick out a bunny this very minute.”

“You have…a cat?” I asked in a near whisper, defeated with the realization that even a dagger through the heart couldn’t protect me if Mr. Chest was a cat guy.

“I have two,” he said, and then he grinned.

A dirty grin.

Heknew.Somehow he knew he was killing me and my lady parts with his feline affiliations.

“You’re the worst,” I said, no longer able to hold in the smile.

“I’m gonna need that number,” he replied, pulling out his phone. “Stat.”

“Well, statisvery serious business.” I’d barely gotten out all ten of my digits when the call button in the elevator car started ringing.

“We should probably turn this thing back on before the authorities arrive,” he said, his jaw clenching and unclenching in a way that made me want to watch for hours.

“Yeah,” I agreed, taking a step away from him and touching my lips. “I don’t want to have to answer that call.”

“Afraid of panicking and screaming,evil smile?” he asked as he depressed the emergency stop button.

“Among other things, yes.” The elevator car lurched and started moving, and as I watched the number display start counting down again, I wondered what he’d do if I reached around him and pressed it yet again.

I mean, I wouldnever, but it was definitely a tempting fantasy.

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