Rebecca pushed Zachary away, giving him a lazy smile. "You know I would."

She reached for the elevator buttons.

Zachary watched her pass by, her hair brushing against his skin. He couldn't help but glance at her again—Rebecca was undeniably beautiful, with an elegant figure that could make anyone lose control. His throat felt dry.

He instinctively grabbed her wrist.

Rebecca looked up, "Mr. Adams, anything else?"

Zachary's breathing grew heavy, with "Mr. Adams" ...