“Tell him Louis is with me at my loft.” I smile at him. “And if he comes by today, I won’t answer the door.”
Louis smirks. “Bossy as fuck. I love this.”
“Fair warning: he’s ready to beat your ass.”
“He can try,” Louis says.
Dyson sets his mug in the sink. “Do you need a car?”
“My driver is still downstairs.” I interlock my fingers with Louis, and he kisses my knuckles.
Louis laughs, and the sound loosens something in my chest that’s been wound tight for days. He’s here. He’s laughing. We’re together.
“Well, this was a great talk. See ya, boys.” Louis salutes them, picks up his duffel, and wraps his arm around me as we leave.
We don’t make it to the elevator before he’s pressing me against the wall, kissing me. For the first time, I feel freedom, and it makes me laugh.
“What is it?” he whispers.
I wrap my arms around his waist. “We don’t have to rush.”
“Not anymore.” He presses against me, our tongues sliding together.
The door swings open, and Dyson clears his throat. “You’re giving my security guards a show.”
He points to the cameras in the corners of the room.
I tuck my lips into my mouth, and Louis laughs as we move to the elevator.
“See ya,” he singsongs.
We stand on opposite sides of the elevator, staring at each other.
“If you come over here, we’re not leaving this elevator,” he says.
“Is that a threat?” I ask with a brow lifted, admiring how gorgeous he is.
“It’s a fucking promise. And you know I keep those.”
The numbers tick down, and neither of us moves. His eyes are hungry and fixed on me like I’m the only thing that will satisfy him. I grip the railing behind me to keep myself in place.
“Sixty-two more floors,” I whisper.
“I’m aware.”
“That’s alongtime.”
“Forever.”
The elevator slows and stops on the fifty-fourth floor. The doors open, and a woman in a business suit steps in, her eyes on her phone. She glances up, does a double take when she sees Louis, and then very deliberately looks back down at her screen.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hello.”
We ride in silence for three floors before she gets off, and the second the doors close, Louis crosses the space between us. His handsbrace on the wall on either side of my head, and he leans in close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off his body.
“Fifty-one more floors,” he whispers against my ear.
