Instead of answering, I crowd her into the corner of the elevator, placing my hands on either side of her to grip the railings and box her in.
“You look beautiful,” I murmur as I run my nose up the column of her neck. She smells like spun sugar. “Sexy,” I add, letting my tongue dart out to stroke the sensitive part of her skin. “Completely fuckable.”
She blushes prettily, the pink tinge to her cheeks matching her hair.
“Really?” she asks nervously as she pats her curled hair and smooths down her white dress. “I wasn’t sure if I looked too over the top.”
“In this dress? No. You look fucking delectable. There’s never been a better cupid than you.”
“That’s debatable,” she mumbles under her breath.
I lean in and nip her bottom lip, causing her to gasp, and she fists her hands in my shirt.
“You look good enough to eat, Miss Valentine. And I intend to devour you.”
She bites her lip, her eyes darkening with desire. Her perky tits are right there, her nipples pebbling for me through the fabric of her clothes, just begging to be touched. Licked. Bitten.
I can’t hold back, and by the look in her eye, neither can she. I want her.
But before I can fall into my baser desires, the loudest fucking stomach growl known to man erupts from her small body.
We both freeze, me with my mouth an inch from hers, my hand poised to dip beneath the top of her dress, and her with her left leg hiked up over my hip, her eyes wide.
Just like that, my overwhelming lust turns to amusement, and I rest my forehead against hers as a chuckle comes out of me, mixed in with a groan of longing.
“We better feed you before your stomach starts picketing in protest.”
A shaky breath leaves her moistened lips. “Yeah. Food. Hungry.”
I smile at her stunted speech and release the stop button on the elevator. When it reaches the lobby, I find myself placing my hand on the small of her back again as I lead her out. I keep finding excuses to touch her, and by the look on some of my employees faces, they’ve noticed.
I’ve already texted my driver, so the car is waiting at the curb outside the building for us when we step through the doors. But instead of heading towards the car, Trix turns to me suddenly, stopping on the sidewalk.
Her demeanor has altered drastically. She’s wringing her hands in front of her, biting her bottom lip, her brow puckered in the most adorable way. She looks so fucking cute that I want to haul her back into the elevator, pin her up against the wall, and kiss the breath out of her, stomach growling be damned.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
Her big brown eyes lock onto my face. “Okay, I’m just going to say it,” she begins, blowing out a breath. “I really like you, okay? You’re the first person I’ve ever liked, so I’m new at this. But I meant what I said, Warren. I really am leaving.”
“You said as much in the car.”
“Right. I just want to make sure you understand.”
“I don’t do commitments, Trix. That’s why this works,” I reply smoothly, sounding way more nonchalant than I actually feel.
She nods slowly, letting out a breath. “Okay. Good. So we do this thing, fast and fun and heated. But with the knowledge that in a few weeks, it’s going to be over for good, because I won’t be coming back. Deal?”
I don’t know why my gut twists at her words. On paper, it’s exactly what I need. In reality, I have a feeling it’s not going to be enough, and it’s going to fuck up things exponentially.
I find myself nodding anyway. “Deal.”
Emotion flits over her face. Relief, desire, excitement, and maybe a little bit of sadness too. But then she smiles, letting the better parts of her emotions take over. “Okay then, Warren Knight. Let’s do this thing.”
Without warning, she pulls away and starts walking down the sidewalk, in the opposite direction of my car.
“Where are you going? The car is right here.”
She turns around but doesn’t stop walking to reply. “Come on, Mr. Knight,” she says with a smirk. “I’m not a lie-down-at-your-feet kind of bunny,” she says, confusing the fuck out of me. “I’m the kind that’s going to make you run. So that means no stuffy five-star restaurants. I’m going to keep you on your toes with spontaneity.”