Page 4 of Personal Foul
It takes a little time, but we make it to the elevator.
“What floor are you on?”
“Fourteen.”
“Same here.” I grin as she leans against the railing opposite me as I push the button for the fourteenth floor and wait as the doors close behind us. Once they shut, it’s as if all the oxygen is sucked from the small space, and I’m left with nowhere to go, nowhere to turn. The slight smirk lining her lips has me rooted in place.
I’m not sure what type of woman I expected Sydney to be, I guess I’d need more time with her to truly be the judge of it, but I half expected her to avoid my gaze the entire ride up to our floor.
That’s not what I got though. She used every second of time that ticked by to let her eyes drink me in, and I loved watching her get her fill.
Her beauty, her confidence, even with her broken purse sitting at her feet, her mascara smeared from her tears, her hair a little disheveled, she doesn’t hold back.
She doesn’t even try to disguise her thoughts or feelings, and there’s something incredibly sexy about a woman this confident and sure of herself.
When we reach our floor, the elevator dings, and we step out into the small lobby area. I hold the door open for her as she collects her purse and limps out.
“Which apartment is yours?” I ask.
“1B.”
“You’re not too far from me.” She smiles sheepishly. “I’m new to the building, well, Miami, too. I’m in 4B, at the end of the hall.”
All the apartments ending in B are down our hallway, which means she’s only a few doors down from where I am. By the looks of it, I’ll be making many trips past her place, seeing as I’ll have to pass by her apartment to get to mine.
She slips the key into her lock and pushes the door open, taking her heels from me, dropping them inside her doorway.
Standing in the hall, she peers up at me, and a weird feeling comes over me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say this feels like the end of a date, only we hardly got any time together, and I still don’t want it to end.
“If you need anything, well, you know where to find me now. If you have a cat that needs saving, any fires put out,” I mutter, clearing my throat when I realize how that sounds coming out of my mouth.
Why don’t you come right out and say,I’ll come rescue your pussy cat and put out the fire for you,I think to myself.
Insert foot into mouth.
She clearly picks up on where my mind went, chuckling lightly and shaking her head.
“You’re a real superhero. You know that?”
“I guess I am.” I laugh. When I throw in the wink at the end, she covers her mouth to hide her smile, threatening to split her face in two.
“I owe you one. Once I’m all healed, and we’re both feeling better, how about we do dinner or drinks?”
“Deal.”
“Great. Have a good night, Batman!”
She takes the last step into her apartment before flashing me a small wave.
“To the Batmobile!” I shout playfully.
I can hear her laughing as the door springs shut behind her.
