My eyes must be huge because when I turn to look at Meghan, she’s cracking up. The little twerp.
She types more on her phone as the elevator stops on Graham’s floor. “Keep up the good work, ladies,” he says without looking at us as he walks away.
“Uh-huh.” I say absently, doing my best to wait for word from Meghan’s “friend.”
When it comes, she frowns. “This one is video only.”
“Crap.” And weirdly, I’m not surprised. Sam specifically chose this elevator. Am I reading too much into that? Perhaps.
“He said we can come down there if you’ve got questions or concerns.”
I nod several times. “Yeah, let’s go.”
She pushes the button with the letter B on it. When we finally descend, it takes us twenty minutes to get to the basement level thanks to all the people hopping on and off on almost every floor. Once we’re there, she leads me through a maze of hallways until we reach a door that’s simply labeled “Security.” She raises her hand and knocks.
The man who opens the door nearly takes my breath away. He’s that gorgeous, with hair as black as night and green eyes the color of freshly mown grass. He’s tall and obviously built since I can see his arm muscles bulging through his long-sleeved black shirt with a patch with the Morgan Security logo smack-dab on his left pectoral. I let my eyes scan all the way down. While he’s built like a brick outhouse, he’s lean, not bulky. For a second, I’m worried I’m going to get caught gawking, but his eyes are on Meghan, so he doesn’t even notice. I watch as he looks down at Meghan with what I’d call kind eyes. “Babe.” His voice is soft but rumbly.
She must not like the endearment because she practically growls at him, “Knock off the ‘babe’ stuff, Lucky.”
His name is Lucky?Strangely enough, the name suits him. My God, the man is so damn hot.
“Sorry,” he says quickly.
Meghan steps into the room as he moves back. She nods to me, and I follow her inside the large white cube of a room. The only thing going on in here is monitors. And lots of them.
“Tell him what you need, Alison.”
“Well, I was wondering if you could let me see some footage.” I want to know if it looks as bad as it felt to me. Meaning, if someone saw it, would they get the vibe that Sam Ford was a creeper?
“Here’s the elevator number.” Meghan holds out her phone for Lucky.
“What time?” the big man asks as he moves toward one set of keyboards.
“Around one o’clock today.”
“Sure.” He punches up the footage. “I started it about ten minutes prior, but we’ll fast-forward it. Who are we lookin’ for?”
“Me.”
Lucky’s dark brows arch. “Okay.”
We watch it speed through people entering and exiting the elevator. When I see myself enter the box, I tap Lucky on his shoulder. His hard-as-a-rock shoulder. “There.” I watch Sam Ford enter after me. I lean in, trying to see if I can read his lips, but from the angle of the camera, it’s impossible. “Damn.”
“What?” Meghan asks.
“I was hoping you’d be able to read his lips.”
When Sam begins to lean in closer, I watch myself back away. Meghan gasps. “You look scared. What the hell was he saying to you?”
“Nothing good,” I mumble.
“I can copy this for you and email it if it helps,” Lucky says, looking up at me.
I peer back down at him and wonder what the guy is doing working in a white room all alone. He should be seen. He’sthathandsome.
As soon as we’re back in the elevator, I say softly, “You’re crazy if you don’t make him more than a booty call.”
Meghan snickers. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
