Brianna

I smoothed myself over in the elevator and headed up. When the ping sounded, it let him know I was here and I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized he wasn't in his usual suit. Instead, he was in a black t-shirt under a leather jacket and blue jeans. He looked hot and amazingly attractive. As I entered, he ran a hand through his hair which looked softer like he hasn't styled it at all today.

“Do you want the spare key or do you want to hang around until your brother gets home?” He gave me an option I wasn't expecting. Probably because he recognized the...