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But then we both heard it.
Voices outside the front door.
The key in the lock.
“Shit,” I said, reaching out to slam my fist into the elevator button.
We broke apart, both gathering lost clothes.
The elevator stopped.
I yanked up the door.
We both glanced out.
Then ran, half (and in Este’s case, fully) naked down the hall toward my room.
Este’s laugh floated backward to me, making my own lips curve up as we rushed into my room and slammed the door.
It was right then that I was sure of it.
I was falling.
Hell, I’d fallen hard.
And I never fucking wanted it to stop.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Este
One thing about a budding relationship with someone new is that you can always use your body to distract them from pressing you for information.
And it was a mutually enjoyable distraction.
I needed it, to be honest.
I’d been up most of the night, staring at the door, paranoid it might fly open when my bosses decided they couldn’t let me live after all.
It was the one night I didn’t mind all the damn renovating. At least someone would hear me if I screamed.
As if sensing my anxiety, Trix had lain across me all night and had even let me sleep in past her breakfast time when I did finally catch an hour or two in the early morning.
I’d gone through the motions of the day on autopilot, almost feeling like the events of the night before couldn’t have possibly happened.
But then it was time to go to work.
I took my car, as instructed, parking in a spot near the front. My paranoia needed an easy escape route.
Before I was even fully outside, Konstantin was moving out and telling me to pop my trunk.
My finger slid to the button automatically, then I watched as he loaded a big box into the back before casually walking back into the building like nothing at all had happened.
My curiosity forced me to look. Sure enough, buried under several layers of newspapers was an inconceivable amount of money.
I folded the box closed, then tossed some stuff over it in the trunk out of pure paranoia.
I made my way inside, confused for a moment when I wasn’t greeted by the usual click-clack of heels and a disapproving face.
