Theodore did not look at Zeenia as he waited until she entered the elevator before pressing the button. The clear glass doors closed to whisk them to their penthouse suite. He ignored her as he scrolled through messages on his cell phone. The atmosphere between them was so thick with tension that Zeenia fought to keep her breathing steady. Close proximity to Theodore was something she struggled with and found difficult to handle.
The trouble was that around Theodore her body appeared to have a mind of its own. She had no idea what cologne he wore. Whatever it was he always smelled mouth-wateringly divine. And in the confined space in the elevator, that scent seemed to deepen.
Her nostrils flared gently as she indulged herself for a moment and took a careful inhale. The essence of a heal
