The Billionaire Wins the Game(33)

He made little noise, and Amy didn’t notice his entrance. She turned around and was making her way back toward him. He decided to stay in her lane and anticipated them connecting.

When she reached Lucas, she slammed into him and started sputtering water. “Oh, excuse me,” she said as she started to look up. When she noticed who it was she’d run into, she seemed to freeze in place. “What are you doing here?” she stuttered.

“I thought tonight was a great time for a swim,” he replied and took off at a fast pace across the pool. Amy stayed in place, holding on to the edge of the pool, trying to decide if she wanted to finish her laps or just get out.

She was about to exit the pool, when she decided she wasn’t letting him chase her away. She started her laps again and finished her set amount. When Amy climbed out, Lucas was still swimming.

She went over to the hot tub, which was a part of her routine. She sat down and let the hot water wash her worries away. Amy knew the moment Lucas joined her. Her head was back and her eyes closed, but she could feel him. She didn’t say a word. She just pretended he didn’t exist. If he wanted to make her uncomfortable he was doing a great job, but she wasn’t going to show it.

At least, she thought she was doing a great job of not showing it. Her body could hide nothing in her swim suit, though. He was eyeing her nipples as they pebbled into hard points, looking as if they were bursting to break free of the suit. He was more than willing to accommodate her with that.

She sat in the tub for a few more moments and then decided enough was enough. She climbed out quickly and wrapped herself in the towel she had nearby. She didn’t say anything to him, just headed off to the locker-room to get changed.

Lucas was glad she’d decided to get out of the tub. He had to wait for her to leave, because he couldn’t have hid the evidence of how she affected him, and he was ready to get her upstairs.

He quickly got out of the tub and dressed in record time. He then headed for the lobby and chatted with Fred. She finally emerged, looking shocked to see him standing there. She narrowed her eyes and stomped, almost like a child throwing a temper tantrum, to the elevators.

“How was the pool, Ms. Harper?” Fred asked.

“It was just what the doctor ordered,” she answered. “I’m bushed, though. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she told him, as she pushed the elevator button.

The second the doors opened she stepped in and quickly pushed her floor’s number. When it started to close, she breathed a sigh of relief, until Lucas jumped in at the last second.

“Is there something you needed to speak to me about?” she decided to throw out to him. “Or do you just follow all employees to their homes and act like a stalker?” she spat, no longer having any patience for the new game he’d decided to play.

“Stalker?” he questioned. “I happen to live here too, Amy, or did you not notice my parking place?” he lifted his brow.

“You live here?” she asked, dumbfounded. Why in the world would he live in the apartments when he could live anywhere he wanted? She looked at him without knowing how to reply to this latest information.

She hadn’t seen him around the building and she’d assumed he had his own parking place because he did a lot of business there.

“Yes,” was all he said in reply to her question.

“Why would you live in an apartment when you can have a house?” she let her curiosity overrule her need to not speak to him.

“I prefer the apartment because I’m a busy man, and here I don’t have to worry about keeping up a property,” he answered.

She snorted quietly. Like he’d have to worry about the upkeep anyway. He’d hire minions to do any of his grunt work. He wasn’t the type of man who would pull the lawn mower out of the garage and take it for a spin around the yard. She shrugged and went back to ignoring him.

The door opened on her floor and he stepped out with her. It was at that moment she realized he was who lived in the other apartment on her floor. How had she not figured that out in the months she’d been there? They worked and lived in the same place and she had no idea he was living a few feet away.

She was going to have an even worse time sleeping now, knowing how close he was to her, and yet how very far away. Why couldn’t she get over him?

She picked up her step and almost ran to her door. She was having difficulty with the lock, when he stepped up and took the key. His body brushed hers and she just about jumped out of her skin.

He felt so good against her, if only for a moment. He took her key and slipped it into the lock, rubbing against her the entire time. His scent was surrounding her, making her miss his touch.