Bad Boy: A Stepbrother Romance(22)
He opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and then opened it again. Weird. Was he nervous?
“Oh, you know, just getting a plastic surgery consultation about a penis reduction,” he finally replied, eyes glinting with amusement. “Maybe a bicep reduction too. These bad boys are just too dangerous, don’t you think?”
He jokingly flexed his muscles at me, and I snorted and folded my arms. “Sure, sure. More like you’re getting your biweekly STD panel.”
He chuckled and held his hands up, palms facing me. “Oh, I guess you got me there,” he said. “Gotta stay healthy, right?”
“Sure. Whatever. Anyway, I’ll see you later,” I mumbled, stepping around him.
Unfortunately, he was also heading towards the elevators. He winked at me and gestured towards the buttons beside the door. “Going down?” he asked.
“I swear to God, if this is a setup for some kind of oral sex joke, I’ll throw you down the elevator shaft,” I said.
He chuckled. “Someone’s a little touchy today. Seriously, though, are you going down?”
“Yeah. Ground floor,” I said.
“Me too.”
He pressed the down button, and the elevator dinged a moment later.
“After you, milady,” Finn said, bowing and nodding towards the open doors.#p#分页标题#e#
I rolled my eyes, but a hint of a smile played on my lips. “Thanks,” I mumbled.
The doors closed, and it was just the two of us heading down in the elevator. We’d only been inside it for about five seconds when it made a weird clanging sound and the lights started flashing, and finally, it lurched to a halt.
Well, so much for what I’d said to my Grandma earlier about the elevator not breaking down….
Now Finn and I were stuck in here together for god knows how long.
Alone.
Chapter Seven
Finn
The elevator lurched to a stop. As if on cue, the lights blinked several times, the whole thing shook, and then it came to a standstill, obviously broken.
Rory and I exchanged looks. It wasn’t the first time I’d been stuck in an elevator. Having lived in a hotel for the better part of my life, this wasn’t out of the ordinary for me, so I just leaned back against the wall, sighing. Judging from all my past experiences, we were probably going to be stuck here for a while.
“So…do you come here often?” I joked, giving Rory a side-eyed glance.
She rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. “Let me guess, the next thing you say will be that you wouldn’t mind making me come here often,” she said, making air quotes around the word ‘come’.
I chuckled. “I wasn’t going to say that, actually, but I like it. Very smooth.”
She sighed again and looked around. “We have to get out of here. I need to take Grandma home after her appointment, and then I need to get to work,” she said, pulling her cell phone out of her bag. “Ugh, I don’t even have cell service in here.”
I checked my phone. “Same.”
She looked about as happy to hear that as a hungover person going through their sent messages folder after a night of boozing. “Well, can’t you do something? You’ve always lived in a hotel; you must know what to do with elevator stuff like this.”
“Not much to do.” I shrugged, pointing towards the alarm button. “Press that and someone will rescue us sooner or later.”
“Ugh…why are you so useless?” she snapped. She was getting visibly upset now, her cheeks reddening as she huffed and puffed and continuously pressed the alarm button.
“That’s not very nice,” I replied, barely able to hide my grin.
“Well…you’re not very nice,” she said, turning to me with a flustered expression.
“Ha. What an original thing to say. You have the comedic ability of a leek, you know.”
“Shush,” she grumbled.
Her finger jabbed the button again and again, as if she expected the elevator so start moving all by itself. “That’s not going to help,” I said as she moaned in frustration.
“I don’t want to be stuck in here with you,” she replied.
I hated to admit that her words stung a little. I knew she wasn’t my biggest fan, given the manner in which we’d first met, but it wasn’t like I was some serial murderer, trying to slice her open, or a pervert peeking under her skirt with my cell phone for up-skirt creep shots.
In fact, I thought I was behaving in a civil way, trying very hard not to stare at her, which was a hard feat to accomplish. Her deep breaths were making her breasts strain against the blouse she was wearing, and the sight was tempting as fuck.