Yeah right. He hadn’t asked for those kisses, either.
I notice people glancing our way as we walk. Andrew nods toward the right. “This way.” He begins to lead me out of the lobby to a private hallway where the elevators are located. I notice the wide staircase just before the hall. The elegant royal blue carpeting and golden rails make me pause.
“Princess Diana walked those stairs, you know,” I comment. Royalty and celebrity have wandered the space of this building, another aspect of the history of spaces that’s always intrigued me.
“I know.” Andrew smiles. “We’ll take them up if you like, catch the next elevator.”
With his hand on my back, we move to the staircase, and as I grasp the brass rail in my hand, I feel like royalty myself. Sure, it’s silly, but I’m all dressed up in a beautiful dress, with a gorgeous man on my arm.
“Hey, man—” Someone calls out in Andrew’s direction, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, his pace increases and I have the sudden thought that there is more to Andrew than I can gather on the surface. Obviously, he’s wealthy and poised, but who is he really?
Whoever he wants to be. I remember my own stories, and smile. We’re both playing the same game here. Becoming someone else, just for the night.
There is no wait at the elevators, and we step in, alone. As the carriage makes a soft jolt upwards, so does my pulse. I turn toward him, and look him over slowly, thoroughly.
Andrew seems amused. “Like what you see?” He is standing with his back to the wall, his hands in his pockets, but he gives me a sideways glance and his mouth softens.
I’m still playing a part here, but not for any assignment. This is all for me.
“Yes,” I admit. “Very much.”
He steps toward me and trails a finger along the V neck of my dress. I startle at the sudden contact, but easily relax into to the path of heat he’s making with his touch. Caressing the swell of my breast, his fingers skim lightly over the silky fabric, his eyes locked on mine. I concentrate on my breathing as he makes lazy work of tracing up and over the other breast, to my collarbone… the side of my neck. A light humming starts in my head as anticipation coils inside me.
God, this man is sexy.
Controlled in a way I’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing. Any other guy would be groping me by now, sloppy and rough, but Andrew stays a step back, watching my reaction to his touch.
The elevator slows to a stop. And finally, when my whole body is on fire, he slides his hand around the back of my neck, cupping me possessively. Anticipating his kiss, I sway towards him, my heart racing—
The doors open with a bell. Andrew drops his hand and steps back. Disappointment crashes through me. “After you,” he says, and motions me to go in front of him.
My legs are weak, but I manage to step out of the elevator. Across a short hall, Andrew pulls a card from his wallet, and slides it into the lock.
The door clicks open, and I follow him inside.
I stop dead in the foyer. Yes, foyer – this isn’t just a room, it’s a whole suite. The wide entryway opens into a lavish sitting room, decorated in varying hues of cream and blue. Windows framed with golden draperies line the wall, and a crystal chandelier hangs in the middle of the room, glittering off the marble and gilt edging. “Is this molding original?” I gasp, moving further inside to take a closer look. I trace my hand over the walls, amazed. “This is beautiful!”
When I turn back to Andrew, he’s watching me curiously. “You like architecture?” he asks.