Should I be batting my eyelashes? Probably not. That wouldn't be very subtle, but what did I know? This wasn't a role I was used to playing.
"Sure is, babe," Boner said in his best impersonation of a New York accent. I had to admit it wasn't bad. He reminded me of Nathan Fillion in the showCastle; adorably dorky.
"This place is ahhmazing," I said, glancing around. "Not as amazing as you, though." I smiled up at him again and inched even closer, crowding him against the wall.
"Do we have to wait until we get to my apartment?" he asked as he slid his hand down my back and grabbed my ass.
"Someone might see us," I said as if shocked by the suggestion.
I didn't mind a bit of risk taking, but I wasn't going to fuck him in a foyer, in full view of the street.
Not today.
"Sure they might." He winked and squeezed my ass, keeping his hand there while the elevator opened.
We stepped inside and moved to the back, giving Cass room to stand on the opposite side.
He glanced at us, his lips pressed tight together, like we were intruders tohisbuilding, before turning his attention back to his phone.
I smirked like I was offended by him, and nestled into Boner as the door closed.
Certain there'd be cameras on us, we played the role all the way up, staring at each other, flirting with our eyes and fitting in a quick kiss here or there.
He slid his finger under the back of my G-string and over the curve of my ass. Deliberately grazed my rear hole before sliding down to ghost his finger over my pussy.
"You're so naughty," I teased.
Cass was trying not to watch us, but our reflection, in the side of the elevator car, would have shown him exactly where Boner's hand was. He swallowed, his eyes dark.
I admired his control. The front of his pants remained mostly flat. Only the hint of an erection tenting before he closed his eyes and willed it back down.
As we'd planned, the elevator stopped at the twentieth floor. The doors slid open and Cass stepped out.
I forced myself not to look at him as he moved away down the corridor, and the elevator kept on moving.
The doors slid open again at the twenty-second floor. Arms still around each other, we headed down toward apartment thirteen.
Two delivery people were just placing the last of a few boxes beside the door.
"That's alotof boxes," I whispered loudly, my voice high.
Boner grinned. "Sure is, honey bun. I wonder what's inside." He eyed them speculatively, a smile in his blue eyes, along with a healthy dose of curiosity, because he didn't know the specifics any more than I did. Only Cass knew those.
The door to apartment thirteen opened.
"What the hell is all this?" Zeus said.
I recognized him immediately. How had I never noticed the coldness in his eyes? Was it always there? It was there now as he stared down at dozens of boxes.
"Delivery for you, Mr. Lotz-Moore," Jules said.
Kevin Lotz-Moore, esteemed film critic, AKA Zeus, glared at him. "I didn't order anything."
Jules shrugged. "Just doin' my job, man. This is apartment twenty-two-thirteen, right?" He looked at the number on the door and nodded.
Lotz-Moore seemed to be considering his next move.
"Bring it inside," he snapped, finally. "I don't have time for this bullshit."
