Page 90 of Game Misconduct
Still, he hesitates.
The silence stretches.
And then he exhales, nods once, and taps a key on the panel.
“You’ve got five minutes, sir.”
The elevator doors slide open behind me with a hiss of judgment.
I step in without looking back. But just before the doors close, I lean out.
“One more thing.”
Aaron glances up.
“Don’t ever let another man go up to her floor without buzzing her first. Got it?”
His eyes widen a fraction. “Yes, sir.”
I nod once.
Then the doors slide shut, sealing me inside a box of mirrored walls and reckless intent.
She’s just a few floors away.
And I’m done pretending I can keep this clean.
The softdingof the elevator barely registers.
All I hear is the thud of my pulse and the voice in my head telling me to turn around.
To be smart.
Tostop.
But I don’t.
I cross the penthouse hallway, every step deliberate, heavy, echoing off marble and glass.
She owns the whole floor, and I know which door is the one I need. I’ve walked past it a hundred times in my head, usually with my fists clenched and my jaw tight.
This time, I lift my hand.
Knock once.
The door opens almost instantly.
And there she is.
My heart nearly stops, and my dick is fighting the constraints of my pants.
At least I still have my tux jacket on.
Hair still pinned in that elegant twist, a few strands slipping loose like she’s been pacing.
The dress still clings to her like it was sewn to her skin—dark green and glittering, low in the front, slit high enough to haunt me.
Barefoot.
