Revenge(31)
“I’m sorry things got so cray cray in there.”
His eyebrows raise with interest. “Cray cray?”
“Dylan, I’m not some scary music executive. I’m just a lowly intern. I had no idea about any of that.”
He looks past me thoughtfully for a moment. “Just a lowly intern?”
“Today’s my third day. I swear.”
The elevator opens, and he walks in. Holding the button that keeps the doors open, he says to the other guys, “You can take the next elevator.”
“Are you sure?” one of them asks.
“Yes. This lowly intern is going to show me out of the building.”
“Not if you keep calling me a lowly intern,” I reply.
He nods for me to get into the elevator with him. I follow him into the enclosed space. My palms are damp and my heart is racing, but it’s a good excitement now.
Chapter 15
I’m alone in the elevator with Dylan Wolf.
I thought after I turned twenty I’d stop feeling this way around cute guys. This nervousness is even more intense than my first crush. Being in this elevator alone with Dylan is like being in high school again, and getting paired up for an assignment with the hottest guy in school. Not that I ever did anything with guys back then. Or now.
Oh my god, I’m in way over my head.
The elevator dings as it travels down the ten floors.
“My fate is tied with yours,” Dylan says.
I look up at his stunning face. He must have shaved for the meeting, because his cheeks are smooth. I could just stand up on my toes and kiss him right on that gorgeous cheek.
“Are you meeting with other record labels?” I ask.
“You should follow me like a spy and find out.”
“I’m not a spy. And I haven’t been following you around. I only saw you playing those two times because I live in that neighborhood.”
“What’s your address?” He gives me a wicked grin.
“I’m not giving you my address. You’d turn into my musical stalker. You’d probably stand outside my bedroom window and throw pebbles at the glass. Then I’d open my window and find you standing in the garden, singing a song about my blue shoes, or my pink shirt.”
The elevator descends past the second floor and settles at the lobby. The doors will open any second.
Dylan leans over in one smooth motion and presses his lips against mine.
He’s kissing me. My heart does a happy dance. His lips are firm against mine. My own lips respond, kissing him back.
He pulls away quickly. I gasp for air, because I don’t think I’ve been breathing these past ten floors.
The doors open. People are standing around, bored looks on their faces. They have no idea Dylan Wolf just kissed me.
He steps out of the elevator, nodding his head to make sure I’m following him.
I smooth down my hot pink blouse and tight black skirt when he’s not looking. I follow him past security and right out the front door, into the sunshine.
Now what?
He stops abruptly on the sidewalk and turns to face me. “I would never write a song about that pink shirt of yours.”
“But you would sing outside my window, wouldn’t you? That’s why I can never give you my address.”
He grins. The angry Dylan who was slamming his fist on the table is long gone under this bright sunshine. “If you want me to, I’ll serenade you until I lose my voice.”
“Don’t lose your voice.” I raise my voice to be thin and brittle, like Maggie Clark’s. “If you damage that voice, you won’t get to be part of an exciting, multi-billion dollar industry.”
“Are you making fun of your boss?”
“She is kind of ridiculous. With the big puffy blonde hair, and the leopard print suits. She’s like a jungle cat.”
“And you’re not a jungle cat, Jess? You’re not a wild animal?”
I raise my eyebrows and give him an innocent look. It’s not hard to pull off, since I really am innocent. This city hasn’t changed me that much yet.
“I’m just a kitty cat,” I reply.
He starts walking, gesturing me to follow.
We walk together for a block.
I’m getting further away from Morris Music, but I think my boss would approve of me doing this. I’m out on assignment.
We stop walking next to a sleek, black car.
“I never could resist a sweet little kitty,” Dylan says. “Especially if she follows me home.”
He pulls a set of keys from his pocket and presses a button.
The locks on the black car click. The windows are tinted so dark, I can’t see the interior.
Dylan walks around to the driver’s side and opens the door.
He stands there, grinning at me. “Well? Don’t tell me you’re the kind of girl who needs the door opened for her every time.”