Chaos & the Geek (Grace Grayson Security #1) - Elizabeth Stevens Page 0,38
the two of us.”
Kit pulled the Mayhew’s door open for me and looked at me as he lay his hand on my arm, just above my wrist like he was about to take my hand again. I wanted to say the look in his eyes said he could handle a night just the two of us and then some. The then some was, of course, of a sexual nature in my fantasy. My breath hitched as Kit and I looked at each other, our bodies probably far too close together. But I wasn’t in a hurry to put it to rights.
I saw a heat in his eyes, unrestrained and all about me. I felt his nearness like a tingling warmth against my skin. I was conscious that we were out in public, but I couldn’t pull myself away and I wanted to believe he felt the same. His hand slid down towards mine as our bodies swayed closer to each other and…
“Excuse me,” a man in a trench coat said as he came up the steps.
Kit and I stepped apart and I swallowed hard.
“Not at all,” Kit answered, still holding the door open as the man hurried in.
“Everything all right, Mr Grayson?” came a familiar voice. “Miss Amber?”
I turned to smile at Johnson, somehow sidling towards Kit as I did so.
“Yes. Thank you, Johnson,” Kit said with a perfunctory nod. I felt his hand slip into mine, something I saw Johnson noticed. “We’re just wondering what to do about dinner. Who’s in charge in the restaurant tonight?”
“Franz is on tonight. But if I might offer a suggestion, sir?”
“Of course.”
“I always quite like a quiet night in with a bit of pizza, some wine, and a good movie or two.” Johnson looked at me knowingly and I inadvertently squeezed Kit’s hand as I smiled back at the doorman.
“Sound good?” he asked me.
I nodded. “It does.”
“All right. Thank you, Johnson.”
We started to head inside when Johnson called out, “Romanas is very good.”
Kit nodded back to him as he led me across the foyer to the elevator. Donald caught it for us and we tumbled in with a chuckle.
“Thanks,” I said.
“My pleasure, Miss Grace,” he replied.
Kit did his thing with the key card and we rode in silence up to the penthouse. I felt his hand in mine like a flaming beacon. It made me nervous and tense, but at the same time it felt perfectly natural. When the doors opened, a zing of excitement shot through me.
We said good night to Donald and stepped out. After the doors closed, Kit and I bumped into each other in the hallway as he stepped forward at the same time I turned to him. His other hand went to my other arm to catch me and we laughed.
I looked up at him and my heart beat out a mad tango in my chest as my breath caught again.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what Petra had said about the way he looked at me, and now I couldn’t stop imagining that was exactly how he was looking at me. I knew I shouldn’t, but I wanted him to be looking at me like that. And I wanted him to know that’s what I wanted.
I tried to think about what any of my romance novel heroines would have done in this situation. I tried to remember how they got the guy to kiss them – because I was far too self-conscious to kiss him first. But then I realised that they were mainly all wallflower virgins with no experience. Just like me. Well, I sure had a type.
Kit licked his lip slowly and the action had me pressing mine together.
I took a deep breath. “Uh… Should we order pizza?” I asked softly.
If I didn’t know how to get him to kiss me, then I needed someone to move so I could get my breath back. And I did not trust my legs just then.
He nodded slowly and I entertained the notion he knew that neither of us wanted to move but also that we probably should. “Sure. Got your laptop?”
I gave him a single exaggerated nod as his hand tightened in mine for a split-second, then he was moving away, his fingers trailing through mine as though he was loathe to let go. I pulled myself together and hurried over to the dining table for my laptop as Kit went into the kitchen.
“Beer, wine, whiskey, something softer?” he asked, his voice a little huskier than normal.