I narrow my eyes at him but find my feet moving to my coat.
***
I have no idea what I’m doing. I up and left Kevin cleaning my apartment and am now standing in front of Benjamin’s high-rise in a foot of snow. I curl my jacket closer to my body and dial his number.
I wait…I wait…and puff when I hear his voicemail.
I should have thought this through.
Running inside to find any source of heat, I enter the doors and the security guard looks up from his desk.
“Good evening, ma’am. Are you expected?”
“No. I’m—”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let anyone in without prior notice at this hour. Who are you looking to see?”
“Benjamin Scott.”
His eyes flicker with awareness at that, and he directs his attention immediately to his computer. “Your name? I can see if you’re on the list.”
“Uh, Darcy Fontaine. I-I don’t think I’m—”
“Darcy Fontaine. Here you are, you are on the list. I’ll call up and let him know you’re here.”
“Wait…I’m on it?” I ask, staring at him in awe.
“You are the only person on it.”
I try to shake the look of pure disbelief off my face before this guy gets suspicious. “Thank you.”
“Of course. Have a good evening.”
When he picks up his phone, I hurry to the elevator and step in, then realize I don’t know the code to the penthouse. Just as I’m about to walk back out, there’s a beep and the wordPENTHOUSElights up above the buttons.
Whoa.
I’m on his list.
I’m theonlyperson on his list.
How could I have been so stupid?He’s wanted me all along.
I pull my snow-soaked hair from my face and hope that my makeup is still intact. There’s a loud ding that makes me jump and then the door opens.
Benjamin is standing in the corridor barefoot, looking particularly uneasy. He’s dressed in a loose gray t-shirt and black sweats. As I take in the sight of his bedhead hair, I realize now he was sleeping. I’m rushing into his arms before I even realize it. My body slams into him, my impact powerful enough for him to grunt.
“What’s wrong?”
I squeeze him tighter as I feel his arms come around my waist hesitantly.
“Darce?”
“Nothing…nothing’s wrong.”
He stares at me, obviously not understanding what’s going on. I press my lips to his, hoping that will give him a clue. After a beat, one of his hands leave my waist to find its way into my hair. He ushers me into the house, but my mind is too focused on the way his body is pressed against mine.
I barely notice him lead me into his bedroom and shut the door with his foot.
