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crawling up and down my spine.
    He turned around
and smiled at me, and like a teenage girl with a high school crush, I turned
away from him. I didn’t want him to know that he was affecting me.
    I kept my eyes
focused on the golden buttons that lit up as we passed every floor:
Ten...Eleven...Twelve...
    The elevator
came to a sudden halt.
    I looked over
and realized he’d hit the stop button.
    “Your reason for
not going out with me doesn’t make any sense.” He turned around to face me.
“Tell me the truth.”
    “Please do
yourself a favor and move on with your life, Mr. Statham. I’m sure you have far
more important things to do than harass a mid-level employee. I told you that
I’m not attracted to you.”
    “And I think
you’re lying.” He stepped closer. “You are attracted to me.”
    I’m well aware...
    “Are you
normally this cocky? Surely you can accept the fact that I’m just not attracted
to boys.”
    “ Boys ?”
His eyes hardened.
    “Yes...” My breath
hitched. “That would make me a pedophile.”
    “Going out with
me would make you a pedophile ?”
    “Going out with
you would make my life a little more complicated than I need it to be. You
clearly can’t handle rejection, probably lack emotional maturity, and are
definitely more compatible with some vapid twenty year old who still doesn’t
know the difference between emotions and—”
    He pushed me
against the wall and kissed me—forcing my lips apart, trying to control my
tongue with his.
    I tried to push
him away, tried to shut my lips back together and act like this wasn’t turning
me on, but once I felt his arms slipping around my waist, I slowly gave in and
kissed him back.
    I pressed myself
back against him, stifling a moan as he bit my bottom lip, as he pinned me
against the wall with his hips.
    “Wait...Stop...” I
pulled away from him. “I should get back to work.”
    “Tell me the
truth.” He stepped back. “Tell me that you do want to go out with me.”
    “Maybe I do,
but...”
    “Pick the
place.”
    “I’m not sure if
that would be very appropri—”
    He pulled me
back into his arms and kissed me harder than before, leaving me utterly
breathless. “ Pick . The . Place .”
    “I...” I sucked in
a breath. “I can’t go on Friday...What about Saturday?”
    “Why can’t you
go out on Friday?” He tightened his arms around me.
    “It’s my
birthday...My friends have a table reserved for me at Havana.”
    “Interesting.
Can I come?”
    What? Why?
    “If you want
to...Sure...”
    “Okay.” He
released me and hit the start button. “I’ll see you Friday. We can discuss our
date for Saturday then.” He kept his eyes on me as he moved to the other side
of the elevator.
    I leaned against
the wall and inhaled several times to bring my breathing back to normal. “I
know you don’t work in HR or anything, but I was the only director who wasn’t
invited to the mock-up meeting this afternoon. You said no one was losing their
job but...Am I being let go? Are you trying to soften the blow by being nice to
me during my last week here?”
    “What? Why would
you even think—Of course not.” He laughed. “How else was I supposed to get you
alone?”
    The doors opened
on twenty four and he stepped off. 
    “Oh, and Miss
Gracen?” He turned around and held the doors open. “Before I forget...When you
were thirty and expanding your marketing career, I was nineteen, but I
wasn’t picking out my major. I was dropping out and starting my own software
company, the very company you hate working for today.” He moved his
hands from the doors and they closed on his seductive smile.
    I went back down
to my office and changed my panties in the bathroom for the second time this
week. I knew my stash of emergency panties would come in handy at some point,
but I was thinking more along the lines of wasting coffee on my pants, not
getting aroused as soon as I looked at Jonathan Statham.
    This is not
good...This is not