“No time to waste.” Greg’s grin was cagey as he watched Chris’s foot tap against the thick carpeting—high dollar, in keeping with the posh lobby, which she apparently found preferable to look at than him while they waited for the elevator. The doors slid open but she didn’t move. When her hand shot out to catch the closing metal, Greg breathed a sigh of relief. Though they were alone, Chris stared at the escalating numbers until they reached the top floor. He noticed she seemed to flounce her way beside him as they strode down the gold-sconced corridor. “Why do I get the feeling you’re a little irked?” “Maybe because I am. I thought we’d slide into this instead of me feeling like a call girl who phoned up her john.” Greg subdued a chuckle. Enjoying himself at Chris’s expense wasn’t really fair, but he wasn’t above making her sweat after she’d kept him sweating all day. Wanting her to verify her decision in no uncertain terms, he tapped the electronic entry card against the door where they stood.
