Annabel's POV

I lifted my gaze to find Scott. I breathed in sharply, contemplating whether to use the elevator or not. It's already hard when he brings up all that Annabel stuff say less of us being in the same elevator.

"The meeting is happening on the last floor," his voice pierced my thoughts as his enchanting emerald eyes fell upon my legs, "Considering those high heels, you would only bruise those beautiful legs trying to take the stairs."

I sighed and finally forced my legs into the elevator. My breath hitched as the doors closed silently. I couldn't help but ponder what fate was trying to do, bringing I...