I stared up at him and knew that I couldn’t hide my thoughts, even if I wanted to, so I didn’t bother to try. And he saw everything because his smile faded. His free hand came up to trace the inside edge of the plunging neckline, skating dangerously close to my breast.
“I wouldn’t take anything for granted, not when it comes to you,” he murmured. “I told you, I’ll take what I can get, whatever you want to give me.”
And just like that, the fight went out of me. I wanted everything he was offering me—the romantic dinner, the sex, and sleeping in his bed tonight. It was my decision. He would never be the kind of man who asked politely when he wanted something, but he wouldn’t hold a grudge when I pushed back and said no, either.
In fact, I was becoming more and more certain that he enjoyed it more when I smarted off and asserted my independence.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Instead of using his hold on my hand to pull me inside with him, Landen released my fingers and placed his palm at the base of my spine.
Without another word, I stepped into the elevator with him and leaned into his side as we descended.
Something had shifted between us in those few moments, but I wouldn’t understand what it was until much later.
