I stood in the front corner and tried to put my personal life out of my mind.
I couldn't deal with it at work.
"Hey, we passed our floor," the girl next to me said.
I looked at the needle over the door.
The guy nearest the control panel stabbed repeatedly at all the numbers, but none of them lit up .
except for the one for the top floor.
"The buttons aren't working."
My pulse quickened.
"Use the emergency phone," one of the other girls said.
The car raced up and the butterflies in my stomach got worse with every floor we passed.
The elevator finally came to a gliding stop at the top and the doors opened.
Gideon stood on the threshold, his face a gorgeous impassive mask.
His eyes were brilliantly blue .
and cold as ice.
The sight of him took my breath away.
No one in the car said a word.
I didn't move, praying the doors would hurry up and close.
Gideon reached in, grabbed my elbow, and hauled me out.
I struggled, too furious to want anything to do with him.
The doors closed behind me and he let me go.
"Your behavior today has been appalling," he growled.
"My behavior? What about yours?" I crossed over to the call buttons and hit the down button.
It wouldn't stay lit.
"I'm talking to you, Eva."
I glanced at the security doors to Cross Industries and was relieved to see that the redheaded receptionist was away from her station.
"Really?" I faced him, hating that I could still find him so irresistibly attractive when he was being so ugly.
"Funny how that doesn't lead to me actually learning anything - like about you going out with Corinne last night."
"You shouldn't be snooping online about me," he bit out.
"You're deliberately trying to find something to get upset about."
"So your actions aren't the problem?" I shot back, feeling the pressure of tears at the back of my throat.