“You good?” He asks, slowly setting you back down.
Hopefully there’s no security cameras in here. And if there are, hopefully the security guy is too busy coming to fix the thingto notice. Otherwise he’s gonna have some serious questions about what he just witnessed.
“I’m fine,” you manage, though your voice is slightly breathy and your heart hammers in your chest.
Yikes.
Nothing like a little free-fall to wake you up.
Just when you’re starting to relax again, the car jolts a second time.
This time it doesn’t fall more than an inch or two, but your heart is already racing so fast, blood pounds behind your ears.
You lean your elbows on one of the mirrored walls, forehead against the glass, sucking in rapid breaths one after another. Just trying to stop the dizzy panic from rising.
“You don’t seem fine,” Ziros says, watching you with folded arms.
You were calm enough at first, but every second that you’re in here just makes you more terrified. Maybe you should have let Ziros bust you out. Maybe you never should have taken the elevator.
What if the security guy doesn’t know what he’s doing, and he just makes things worse? What if you plummet all the way to the ground?
Are you high enough up that it could kill you?
“I’m fine,” you insist, but your voice comes out high and embarrassingly squeaky.
Ziros frowns. “Your hands are shaking.”
“Okay,” you admit. “You’re right.” You ball your hands into fists, holding them against your sides to stop them from trembling, but it hardly makes a difference. “I’m not fine. I’m not fine at all. I’m currently trapped in an elevator, and I don’t know how long we’ll be in here, and I have work in a few hours and might be late, or we might just plummet to our death at any moment and it won’t matter.”
“So youarescared,” he says, and there’s a strangely triumphant smirk to his voice. “And here I thought you didn’t want me to bust us out.”
“I just don’t want to have to pay for damages. But I also don’t want to die.”
“You won’t die, human,” he says, his voice growing low as he leans in, tilting your chin up with one hand. “Not while I’m here.”
Gulp. He has such captivating steel-blue eyes, and he’s staring right into yours as he pushes you back against the wall and growls in your ear…
“If you’re so scared, how about I make you forget?”
Wait, what?
Before you can process that, he kisses you hard, one hand still holding your jaw, the other sliding behind your back, drawing you against him.
You lean into the kiss as he pins you against the mirrored wall, the heat of his body flaming against yours.
You break away a moment later, panting, heart still hammering. But now it’s hammering for a different reason. Not from fear.
“Well?” He asks with that slightly evil smirk, “Did it work?”
“Did…what?” You ask, still dazed.
“Did Idistractyou, human?”
As you come back to your senses, you glance up, searching for a camera. There’s probably one in here somewhere.
“We can’t be making out in an elevator,” you hiss as quietly as you can, just in case the security guy is already on the other side of the door.
Ziros steps back, hands linked behind his head. “Why not?”
