Saks risked his good hand by sticking in between the doors, half-expecting them to continue and crush his hand. It would’ve been par for the course. Instead, they slid open, along with the drop of his jaw.
Chrissy stared back at him with wide eyes.
“Saks?” she said.
The doors started to close again, and Saks intervened one more time. “Are you coming in, or do you want the next one?”
“No, no. Don’t be silly. Of course.” She stepped forward. He stepped back. Saks felt as if they were doing some sort of dance.
“Is everything okay?” he said.
“Yeah, fine. My dad had heart surgery today. I’m going to the ICCU to see him.”
“When did you get in?” he asked. Chrissy’s perfume filled the tiny space, and he tried to ignore the pounding of his heart against his chest.
“This morning. I just got here. Hassle at the car rental place.”
“Oh? What happened to your Cadillac?”
“In storage in New York. I didn’t expect to be back here so soon.”
“How’s the job going?”
“Good. Good. I need, um, floor four, please.”
In a hurry, Saks tapped the button. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
Saks stared at Chrissy, and his cock stirred in his jeans. Damn, he just didn’t need this right now.
But he sure needed her. His wayward dick was telling him that right now. Especially since Chrissy seemed to edge closer to him. Her brown eyes were dark, irises widened, and nostrils flared. Maybe she tried to act aloof, but there was no denying her body was telling her something different from what her head was.
“How long are you going to be here?”
“About a week.”
“Can we get together? You know, catch up?”
“I, I,” she stammered.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said too strongly.
“Well, there is something wrong with me,” he said.
“What?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Her head turned, but he could see from the halted rise and fall of her shoulders that her breath had hitched.
“Chrissy,” he said gently.
The elevator stopped, and the door opened.
“I’ve got to go.” She stepped out.