“Looks like I won’t have to tackle you for the champagne next.” Drew got to his feet and reached out a hand to help her up. Was it just her imagination that his hand lingered in hers?
Probably. She had a very active imagination. It helped to make up for her current lack of a romantic life.
In no time at all, they reached the sixteenth floor. Alexa was treated to one more glimpse of those abs as he pulled his jacket on.
“Looks like your sister and I are on the same floor,” he said as they got off together.
“Looks like it.” She smiled up at him for a second before she had to look away from those eyes again.
“Which way is she?” They both looked up at the arrow signs by the elevator bank.
“This way,” she said, pointing to the left.
He consulted his room key.
“Ah, I’m that way.” He pointed to the right.
They smiled at each other and didn’t say anything for a moment.
“I can honestly say that I’ve never had a more entertaining time in an elevator. Thanks for that.” He reached out a hand.
“Likewise.” Alexa shook it. “Good luck at the wedding.”
He laughed and grimaced.
“Don’t remind me. Congratulations to your sister.”
She thanked him and walked down the hall toward Olivia’s room. She wished she knew what else she could or should have said to keep talking to him longer. She sighed and kept walking.
“Alexa. Wait.” This was crazy. Drew knew, objectively, that what he was about to do was crazy. But as she turned to walk away, he shouted for her to stop a split second later.
“Yeah?” She turned. “You can’t have the rest of the cheese, not even as a parting gift.”