“You don’t know what it means to me to have you see me,” he slurs with a lop-sided grin, but it does nothing for me.

“Stop talking,” I hiss as the doors close on us, and I face him aggressively now that we’re concealed, my fury revealed. “You can fuck off back to whatever hole you climbed out of, got it? When I get off this elevator, I’m going to have security remove you,” I spit, the venom thick and clear in my voice, revealing my rage, my body barely concealing the ...