“Well, you’re kind of stuck here. It’s not like you have a choice.” I don’t mean to sound self-deprecating but the words tumble out anyway.
“I was paying attentionbeforethe elevator got stuck.”
It’s true, he was. I noticed him checking me out, it just didn’t register because…hot guys rarely look at anything beyond my big boobs. Guys usually look right through me once they get to my face. The glasses. The untamable hair. Not to mention the demure and boring package I present.
“Why?” I blurt, opting for honesty, even if it comes out a little more bluntly than it should have.
He chuckles. “I don’t know. Pretty girl who seems a little sassy. Single, red-blooded male who likes pretty girls… I mean, it’s not a marriage proposal or anything, but I was definitely paying attention after you nearly knocked me over.”
I snort. “I would hardly call that little bump knocking you over.”
“Close enough.”
A soft laugh escapes me.
He’s a nice guy, even if he’s just trying to get in my pants, which would be quite a feat in this elevator considering how dirty it is.
“Well, I do apologize for that.”
The elevator lurches, throwing me against him again. And this time I have my wits about me enough to get a whiff of his aftershave—something woodsy and warm. To appreciate the strength as he wraps an arm around me again.
“Looks like we’re moving,” he says softly, just as the doors slide open.
Chapter
Three
Bodi
Jayne steps away from me when the doors open and we’re immediately surrounded by concerned employees. After we assure them we’re okay, and we’re ushered upstairs to finally get our pictures taken since the electricity is back on, I try to figure out what my next move should be. I’d like to take her out to dinner or something. If nothing else, I’ve enjoyed talking to her and it’s not like I have any friends here. I’m moving in with my new roommates tomorrow, so that’ll help, but female companionship is different.
“Do you need a ride?”
She hesitates but then smiles. “Would you mind?”
“Not at all. Come on.”
We head to my car, and she tells me to turn left as we exit the parking lot.
It’s only two miles away, but as I turn into the neighborhood it’s…well, there is no doubt this is a very affluent neighborhood. Of course, that makes sense.
There’s a lot of wealth in the Atlanta area. It’s like Hollywood South, from what I’ve read, with tons of movies and shows being filmed here. There are also three professional sports teams—about to be four once hockey season starts. Not to mention lots of businesses. So, it stands to reason her father is one of the uber-successful who moved his family to Georgia, depending on what industry he’s in.
“Can I get your number?” I ask as I pull up to the curb in front of the house she points to.
“You realize I still don’t even know your name.”
I snort out a laugh. “Sorry about that—I’m Bodi. Would you like to go out sometime?”
“Nice to meet you, Bodi, and um, yes. I’d like that.”
“I’ll be moving for the next few days, so if I have your number, I can call you once I’m settled and we’ll plan something. Is that okay?”
She’s still frowning but then nods. “Sure. Okay. Yes. It’s Jayne with a Y, by the way.” She rattles off the number before I’ve even had a chance to get my phone out.
“Hang on,” I say, laughing as I hand her my phone. “Here—type it in.”
She quickly does so, and I put in her name—Jayne.
