“I’m just saying, we could have fun.” The elevator stops five floors below mine to let someone else on. The doors start to open just as he digs his fingers into my waist, trying to pull me closer. I experience a flicker of honest-to-God fear. “Get off me, asshole!” “Stop being such a—” Before he can finish, he’s hauled out of the elevator and into the wide hallway. I catch a blurry glimpse of Ryder’s furious face. Shane’s concerned one. And I almost sag with relief. “She said get off her,” Ryder growls.
