The morning at Waters Field & Leaman went by swiftly, because I had Will, the new assistant, to help out as well as my regular work to do.
I was glad that he wasn't afraid to ask lots of questions, because he kept me too busy to count the seconds, minutes, and hours since the last time I'd seen Gideon.
"You look good, Eva," Mark said when I first joined him in his office.
"Are you doing all right?" "Not really.
But I'll get there."
He leaned forward, setting his elbows on his desk.
"Steven and I broke up once, about a year and a half into our relationship.
We'd had a rough couple weeks and decided it'd be easier to let it go.
It was fucking awful," he said vehemently.
"I hated every minute of it.
Getting up every morning was a monumental feat and he was in the same shape.
So anyway .
if you need anything .
" "Thank you.
The best thing you can do for me right now is keep me busy.
I just don't want any time to think about anything but work."
"I can do that."
When lunch came around, Will and I grabbed Megumi and we headed to a nearby pizza place.
Megumi filled me in on her growing relationship with her blind date, and Will told us about his adventures at Ikea as he and his girlfriend worked on filling their loft apartment with do-it-yourself furniture.
I was glad I had my spa day to talk about.
"We're heading to the Hamptons this weekend," Megumi said as we returned to the Crossfire.
"My guy's grandparents have a place out there.
How cool is that?" "Very."
I passed through the turnstiles beside her.
"I'm jealous you'll be able to get away from the heat."
"I know, right?" "Better than furniture assembly," Will muttered, following a group of people onto one of the elevators.
"I can't wait 'til we're done."
The doors started to close, and then they slid open again.
Gideon stepped into the car after us.
The familiar, palpable energy that always coursed between us hit me hard.
Awareness rippled down my spine and flared outward, sending goose bumps racing across my skin.
The hair on my nape prickled.
Megumi glanced at me, and I shook my head.
I knew better than to look directly at him.
I couldn't be sure I wouldn't do something rash or desperate.
I craved him so deeply, and it had been too long since he'd held me.
I used to have the right to touch him, to reach for his hand, to lean into him, to sift my fingers through his hair.
It was a horrible ache inside me that I wasn't allowed to do those things anymore.
I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan of agony at being this close to him again.
I kept my head down, but I felt Gideon's eyes on me.
I continued talking to my co-workers, forcing myself to focus on the discussion of furniture and the compromises necessary for cohabiting with someone of the opposite sex.
As the car continued its ascent and frequent stops, the number of people in the car dwindled.
I was acutely attuned to where Gideon was, aware that he never took elevators this crowded, suspecting and hoping and praying that he'd just wanted to see me, be with me, even if it was only in this terribly impersonal way.
When we arrived on the twentieth floor, I took a deep breath and prepared to step out, hating the inevitable separation from the one thing in the world that made me feel truly alive.
The doors opened.
"Wait."
My eyes closed.
I was stopped by the softly rasped command.
I knew I should keep going as if I hadn't heard him.
I knew it was just going to hurt so much worse if I gave him any more of myself, even a minute more of my life.
But how could I possibly resist? I'd never been able to when it came to Gideon.
I stepped aside so that my co- workers could exit.
Will frowned when I didn't follow, confused, but Megumi tugged him out.
The doors closed.
I moved into the corner, my heart pounding.
Gideon waited on the opposite side, radiating expectation and demand.
As we climbed to the top floor, my body responded to his near- tangible need.
My breasts swelled and became heavy; my sex grew slick and swollen.
I was greedy for him.
Needful.
My breathing quickened.
He hadn't even touched me and I was nearly panting with desire.
The elevator glided to a stop.
Gideon pulled the key out of his pocket and plugged it into the panel, suspending the car.
Then he came to me.There were only inches between us.