After a brief moment of stunned gawking, I managed a smile and tore my gaze from those sexy, full lips. I didn't know how I forced my legs to move me onto that elevator. Once I was on, I turned my back in an attempt to guard myself from him.
"What floor?" His tone sounded amused, although the alluring timbre of his voice sent a shiver down my spine.
The one we were standing on would have sufficed for what I had in mine.
"Um, seven," I replied over my shoulder. My voice caught slightly in my throat.
God, he smelled divine, like leather and fresh spring rain. He reached forward around me. I could feel his eyes on me while he pressed the button to take us up. It was hard to breathe so near him, as if all the oxygen burned away by the sizzling attraction between us. I'd known he was gorgeous before, I'd met plenty of attractive men in my life, but this was different. I tried again to remind myself he was just another job. I couldn't afford to lose control.
Still, standing so close to him, I realized what I'd seen of him before was like gazing at a distant star. You recognized its light, its beauty, but it wasn't until you were sucked into its orbit you could fully appreciate its power. That's how I felt being alone in his presence. As if some invisible yet undeniable force was drawing me in. Gravity.
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