Page 28 of My Book Boyfriend
I press the red call button. “Hello, hello, the elevator has stopped.”
“It has to go to a central company, right?” she asks. “Or do you think it goes to the fire department? Bella is going to be so envious.”
I turn and stare at her. So much for my thinking that most women would be thrilled to be stuck in an elevator with the heir to Strive Developers. Instead, she’s elated that the fire department is coming to rescue us.
“Is the love interest inA Devilish Darea fireman?” I ask wryly.
“No. But the hero of one of her favorite romances is.” Lily smiles. “Don’t worry. Maybe there will be a firewoman for you.”
I harrumph. “That’s exactly what I need. I’m here late because I’ve spent all afternoon combatting the fires from yourTalkTackvideos.”
She grins at me. “That’s excellent news.”
At least I’ve made her happy.
A gruff voice from the intercom says, “We are working on it.”
“So, theTalkTackvideos have been successful? I’ll have to tell Jade. She’ll be thrilled. She’s thinking that maybe she can write her college essay on this next year. Could she interview you?”
“You seem to think you’ll prevail. But yes, sure.”
“I certainly hope we’ll be successful. I also thought you’d agree to an interview.”
“Why’d you think I would agree?” I’m the Grinch. The cold, cruel real estate developer.
“You walked Mr. Devi home.”
“Oh.” I can feel a red flush crawling up my neck. I shrug. “I spent a lot of time with my grandfather growing up.”
She takes that in.
Why did I say that? I should be playing up my Grinch demeanor so they give up.
There’s silence, and we both stare at the very quiet intercom. Her stomach growls. Or my stomach. I’m not even sure. I’m starving.
But I just don’t think being the Grinch is the way to play this project. My heart isn’t in it.
“Mr. Devi was very flattering about you,” I say. “He did fail to mention your take-no-prisoners approach to saving your garden.”
She blushes. She looks adorable. “I’m normally very peace-loving.”
“I find that hard to believe. I’m beginning to think you’re descended from the Amazon warrior women.”
She laughs. “Bella would say that’s a good thing.”
My heart beats faster as our glances meet, and there’s a zip of electricity.
Her eyes widen as if she’s been shocked.
She licks her lips, and I can’t help focusing on them. They’re very full and plump. Pink. Kissable.
She’s still staring at me, her hands gripping the metal bar of the shopping cart. I want to kiss her and definitely make her forget about any firemen.
The intercom buzzes. “Sorry. We can’t figure out the problem yet.” The gruff voice fills the space again.
I’ve figured out the problem, and I need to put a stop to these feelings.Shit.
She looks away at the back wall and stares at it, as if she finds the poster on the wall announcing a sale on pasta fascinating.
