Tease Me (Private Listing #4)

Maybe the hangover kicked her butt.

The doors open, and Fox comes in with the next load. As soon as we have the elevator full, we ride up. I try Hope one more time.

Me:

Not sure if you’re in a meeting or just busy with work. If you want, I can try to set up a meet with Fox. I’ll get his number before he leaves.

I slip my phone back into my pocket, grateful this skirt has a pocket. Fox watches me from the corner with his easy smile. Something he said in the past makes me wonder…

“You delivered groceries when Andrea worked here, right?”

He grins. “Yeah, she liked me to stick around for a while.”

Okay, let’s clarify that before my brain takes us the wrong direction. “To help put away the groceries?”

“That and fuck her.” His brown eyes meet mine. “She loved for me to fuck her anywhere the guys would eat. I’m not the kind of guy to say no to that.”

Ew. Yeah, not getting his number for Hope.

“Do you keep in touch with her?” The elevator arrives on the floor and I open the door so we can carry the groceries in.

“Nah, I’m more of an opportunity seeker.” He gives me a wink as he passes me with the bags. “Andrea just wanted to pull one over on these guys. Maybe they’re strict bosses. I didn’t need a reason. She was all over me.”

From what I know about Andrea, I could see that.

“What about the others?” I ask as he takes in the last of the bags.

“Nah, Rachel was stuck-up. Tiffany flirted a little, but she didn’t last long enough for me to hit that.” Fox pauses in front of me in the doorway. “I’m discreet and Andrea wanted a little something to tide her over. So if you’re looking…”

I laugh. “I’m not interested in anything little.”

He shrugs. “Your loss.”

I shake my head and gesture to the elevator. Fuck, the guy is a flirt, but I didn’t think he was like that. We take opposite sides of the elevator as it goes down to the lobby.

“Did you and Andrea…” Yeah, I’m not saying it. “The whole time?”

He smirks. “That girl was on me from day one to the last day I saw her. When I came here, I came prepared.”

I don’t need him to finish that sentiment. But I hope he means a condom.

The elevator stops at the lobby, and he walks off backward. “Anytime.”

I roll my eyes, and my gaze stops on the receptionist. She’s working, but no one is at her desk. The elevator doors almost close, but I step off and walk over to her.

“Hi.” I nearly wave but stop myself.

“How can I help you?” Her tone is formal, like she doesn’t know who I am.

“Could you tell me if Hope Williams is in today?”

Her brown eyes blink at me before she sighs and looks down at her computer. Her fingers fly over the keys and then stop. “She’s not in.”

“Thank you.” I head back to the elevator. As the doors open, I glance back and find the receptionist watching me. This time I do wave before I step on the elevator and use my access card to go back up to the apartment.

If I didn’t have groceries to put away, I could have stopped at Hope’s floor and doublechecked. It’s not that I don’t trust the receptionist—actually, that’s exactly why I want to check. That woman doesn’t like me. I shake my head as the elevator comes to a stop and head into the apartment.

The windows let in the sunshine as I move around the kitchen putting the groceries away. I like this time on Mondays. It’s away from the hustle and bustle of the office and gives me a little peace as I complete the task at hand.