Klutch
“Jesus,” Beast grumbles as his arms strain against the weight of the freight elevator’s door. For over a year the damn thing has been a pain in the ass to lift. “We really need to get this piece of shit fixed.”
I grunt in agreement as he shoves the door upward.
When it finally rolls all the way up the track, my entire world shifts off its axis.
There, standing not two feet away, is the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
My mouth goes bone dry as I take her in.
She’s tall, maybe five-ten, with long dark hair, and her face—Jesus Christ.
Cornflower blue eyes. I’ve never seen anything like them. My eyes continue to rake across her gorgeous face. She’s got high cheekbones, and plump pink lips that make her look like a fucking movie star. I swallow the lump in my throat. Thiswoman is the kind of beauty that doesn’t need to do a single thing to be noticed.
And I fucking notice.
Every inch of her.
From the thick mane of dark hair on her head to the worn pink Converse on her dainty feet. She’s dressed simply in jeans that hug her hips and a plain white V-neck tee that is showcasing her perfect tits. They’re on the smaller side, but I have no doubt they’d fit perfectly in my hands.
The thought makes my cock twitch.
Beast clears his throat loudly, pulling me from my thoughts.
I step off the elevator, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t tear my eyes away from her.
I watch as she and her friend, a hot little number in her own right, but not holding a candle to the blue-eyed goddess, squeeze past us onto the elevator.
My eyes narrow and my fist clench at my sides as they step onto the car. It’s irrational and crazy but every muscle in my body is screaming for me to reach out and grab her. To stop her from leaving. To keep her close.
Jesus Christ. I don’t even know this woman, but the thought of her walking out of my life makes me want to kill a motherfucker.
Before I can say a word to keep her from leaving, the rolling door is pulled down between us and the connection is lost.
Just like that, she’s gone.
“Fuck me,” Beast exhales beside me. “Did you see those hot little bitches?Goddamn.” He bites his fist.
An actual fucking growl rumbles from my chest that surprises even me.
Beast’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as my own eyes widen.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
We stare at each other for a long minute before finally Beast throws his head back and bellows out a laugh. “Holy shit! You look like you want to take my fucking head off.”
“Fuck, dude.” I sigh, dragging a hand along the scruff on my jaw.
“What’s so funny?” Pee Wee’s gravelly voice carries from the bar.
We make our way over to where our VP is camped out on a barstool with a couple stacks of papers scattered across the bar top in front of him. He raises a questioning eyebrow at Beast, who’s still grinning like an idiot.
“Two fine-ass women just got on the elevator,” Beast explains, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. “And my boy here damn near took my head off for looking at the one that looked like Megan Fox.”
“Fuck off,” I mutter, dropping onto an empty stool.
Pee Wee’s eyes narrow. “The tall one with the black hair and attitude?”
