Nate’s POV

I almost took the stairs, but my legs would give out at the end if I did.

The elevator in the old office building on the 8th floor had been making that low grinding noise for weeks, but management still hadn’t fixed it. I was running late for a client meeting on floor 14, though, and the stairwell smelled like dust and old paint. So I stepped inside, hit the button, and waited.

That was when she got on at floor 6.

Tight black dress. Heel height that yelled she wasn’t planning on walking far. Dark hair pulled back loosely, a few strands falling near her face. She...