Her Mate and Master (Zandian Masters 6)

I focus on the bright buttons and hope it’s a fast ride.

Before my escort can board, someone calls his name.

“One sec,” Stu says as a young woman bustles over, followed by two other people. “Stu, the Galileo server shut down this morning…”

Great. Just what I need—extra time in an elevator. I swallow, ignoring the prickling on my skin. A panic attack will not make a good impression.

Stu takes his foot out of the door as the young woman opens her laptop to show him something.

The door snicks closed, and the elevator ascends. Just like that, I’ve lost my escort. So much for tight security.

I punch the number six button. I know where I’m going. The sooner I’m off this tiny box of death, the better.

We’re halfway up when the lights flicker. Once, twice, then off.

“What the…” I trail off to focus on breathing. I have about a ten second window before full on freak out.

The suit next to me mutters something. The light from his phone casts an eerie blue light on the walls.

The elevator car grinds to a stop.

Oh no. Here it comes. My heart slams in my chest; my lungs grab for breath.

Stop, I tell my panic. It’s nothing. The elevator will start up again in a second. You’re not stuck here.

My body doesn’t believe me. My stomach clutches, skin grows clammy. Everything goes dark. Either my vision has dimmed or the guy has just put his phone to his ear. I sway on my feet.

The big guy curses. “No reception in here.”

My heel twists under me, and I grab the rail, breath coming in quick gasps.

“Hey.” The guy has a voice to match his giant size, deep and resonant. I’d find it sexy under different circumstances. “Are you freaking out?” Slight disdain in his tone.

Not my fault, buddy. “Yeah.” I barely get the word out on a pant. My death grip on the handrail tightens.

Stay on your feet. Don’t faint—not now. Not here.

“I don’t like small spaces.” Understatement of the year.

Did the elevator just move? Or is my body reeling out of control? Old panic grips me. I’ll die in here. I’m never going to get out.

Two large hands push me back against the elevator wall, pinning me with pressure on my sternum. “Wh-what are you doing?” I gasp.

“Triggering your calm reflex.” He sounds calm, as if he shoves hyperventilating girls up against a wall on a daily basis. “Is it working?”

“Yeah. Having a strange guy grope me always calms me down.” I swore I’d hide my sarcasm until I landed the job, but here it comes, spewing out. Being seconds away from passing out will do that to a girl.

“I’m not groping you,” he says.

“That’s what all the guys say,” I mumble.

His short chuckle cuts off as soon as it starts. Almost like he didn’t mean to let it out.

Who is this guy?

My heart rate slows, but my head still spins. I’ve never had a man stand so close to me before. Not to mention touch me. A few inches over, and he’d be cupping my breasts.

Now, there’s a thought. Sensations I haven’t felt before outside the privacy of my bedroom thrill through me.