—Amira—

We stepped into the elevator and he clicked the button for the executive floor. The door closed, trapping us in the small space.

His cologne wrapped around me.

I turned to steal a glance at him and caught him looking at me. Heat pooled in my belly.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “For defending me back there.”

He didn't say a word, but stared at the door until they parted into the executive floor. Then he stepped out.

A lump formed in my throat.

I swallowed hard and ...