Imogene Scott
“Hi.” I say casually, then turn back around.
“I expected more than a ‘hi’.”
I don’t respond because I don’t want to. I’m late for work and I don’t think I want to strike up a conversation with this man.
Except he think this is a reunion and he continues to try to talk to me. “I tried to find you after our dance. But you just disappeared.”
I throw him a quick glance, then glance at the elevator’s monitor. The elevator will get to the ground floor in a few seconds. If I can manage to play dumb all through, I might be able to escape this person who’s obviously trying to flirt with me.
“I stay in the penthouse by the way.” he says again.
I c**k my head. Oh, s**t. The penthouse is on the highest floor on the building and they say the building owner stays in that floor. Doe
