Page 49 of A Little Moore Action
Together, as if choreographed, my hands slide down the slick metal elevator wall to her ass as hers rise to cup my jaw while I dip my head toward hers.
“Mr. Moore?”
I pause, my lips barely touching Bell’s, and sigh.
Turning my head to the left, I see Duke, the front desk concierge, holding the elevator door open for us. He’s studiously looking out toward the lobby.
“Hello, Duke.”
“Hello, Mr. Moore,” he says, still looking away. “Lovely weather we’re having today.”
Bell giggles, pats my hard-on like she did Mikey just a minute ago, and grabs one of the hands still squeezing her ass. “Yes, Duke. Lovely weather. Great day for a walk in the city.” She pulls me out of the elevator and into the blinding sun filtering through the lobby windows.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She pauses mid-step. “No ma’ams, Duke. Just Bell.”
“Bell?” Duke’s bushy gray eyebrows come together, looking like a large, geriatric caterpillar.
She nods once. “Yes. Bell.” She smiles and sticks her hand out. “Nice to meet you, Duke.”
Clasping her hand in both of his, Duke smiles back. “Nice to meet you too, Bell.”
And just like that, another one bites the dust of Bell’s charm.
She tugs my hand and pulls me toward the doors. “Come on, slowpoke. It’s been ages since I’ve gotten to walk around the city, and I couldn’t have asked for a better day.”
I wave the doorman back and hold the door open for her. “Or better company.”
Bell snorts. “That has yet to be seen, Mr. Moore. What did you have on the agenda?”
A funeral dirge plays out, making both of us pause. Hurriedly, I fish out my phone from my pocket and silence the call.
“The funeral dirge? Who has the honor of that ringtone? The father-that-shall-not-be-named?”
I just smile and shake my head, not wanting to bring up the recently added ringtone for my brother.
I let go of her hand to cup her jaw, my thumbs caressing her cheekbones. “No one we need to worry about.”
Then my arm is sliding around her shoulders at the same time her arm wraps around my waist.
The sun is shining, the breeze is cool, and I’ve got a hot girl wrapped around me.
Nothing can ruin this day.
SIXTEEN
Chase
This day has goneto hell in a hand basket.
Do you know how many restaurants there are in New York City? Hell, even just in Manhattan?
No? Well, neither do I, except to say there are a shit-ton.
A shit-ton, people!
And yet, out of all the restaurants catering to the bougie, millennial brunch crowd—and, you know, me—my family somehow found me. Or I managed to find them.
