Page 85 of Elevator Pitch

We’ve texted since and things have been tame. He asks me to send him a daily song for his morning commute, and he still requests them on the weekends. Even if he doesn’t listen to them, I think it’s cute and don’t mind the consistency. He’s charming, makes me laugh ‘til I cry and is so easy to talk to. He is currently reading my favorite book and sending me his reactions as he reads along. It’s nice that he takes interest in things that matter to me.

Greyson Park is a beautiful enigma. I’ve never encountered anyone like him beyond a book page. Though there’s a strong possibility that he could just be agood neighbor.When he finally spots me, my entire body heats beneath his gaze. I take careful breaths as I move through the lobby. He stays rooted and waits for me to get closer. His hands rest on the bulky camera hanging from his neck and I wonder what he photographed today. I’d ask him to show me if I wasn’t on my way out. Admiration is apparent in his stare as he drinks me in. This lobby is packed, and it feels like we’re alone here. I lose my resolve and crack a smile when I stop in front of him.

“The princess leaves her tower. Where are you headed tonight? You are absolutely captivating.”

He bites his lip as he glances at my dress once again.

For a moment, I recall what those teeth felt like on my neck and by the look on his face, I think he can read my thoughts.

“Thank you.” I smile, tucking a curl behind my ear. I freeze, but manage to get the words out, nervousness in my tone. “I’m going on a date.”

He frowns for a moment and quickly regains his composure when he asks, “Oh really? Anywhere special? That dress is…wow. Fucking amazing.”

His praise washes over me and my nerves subside.

“Thank you. We’re going to dinner atDocein Brooklyn. Have you ever been?”

“I have. You’ll love the food.” He pauses and furrows his brow. “If you get the black truffle burger, try it with Brie. And if you can handle dessert, the moltendulce de lechecake is incredible.”

I’m practically drooling.

“Oh. All that sounds like heaven. I’ll try it and let you know what I think. I should get going.”

I nod politely and take off in the opposite direction. I’m a few feet away when Greyson stops me.

“Selah.”

“Yes?”

I turn to face him, slightly startled at his closeness. He steps back, giving me space before he continues speaking.

“Let me know when you’ve made it home safely. Please?”

“Sure,Daddy,” I joke.

He leans in, his tone gravelly. “Call me ‘Daddy’ again and I’ll make sure you scream it all night.”

He returns to his height with darkened eyes, swiping his lip with his tongue. I peer at him curiously, and the hunger in his eyes could swallow me whole.

Shit.Somebody has a Daddy kink.

My mouth grows dry. I swallow audibly as his gaze trails up and down, drinking me in from head to toe. I feel ten degrees warmer as liquid heat pools between my thighs.

I’m equal parts horny and terrified.

“I’m sorry, I–” I stutter.

“Do not apologize. What have I said about that?”

“I take it back. I don’t apologize.”

He lifts my chin with his index finger and rubs his thumb faintly across my cheek. Careful not to ruin my makeup.

“Good girl.”

I stifle a whimper, feeling my cheeks heat up.

I hope I’m not sweating; everyone will see it in this dress. It’s silk. Fuck.

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