The moment the elevator dinged open and Lokie stepped out, loud thumping music hit her from the dance floor below. Bodies pressed together, swaying and grinding to the heavy beat, shirts clinging to sweat, pants riding low. But she wasn’t here for any of that.
She had come for one person. Her sharp eyes swept across the crowded room until they landed on Enzo. Those broad shoulders under the expensive suit were unmistakable as he disappeared into another elevator.
She scoffed and pushed through the crowd after him. “f**k off,” she muttered again and again, shoving dancers aside until she reached the elevator doors. But he was already gone.
She stepped inside and hit a button, not entirely sure of the floor but going with her gut.
Enzo thought she was asleep earlier, but she wasn’t. She
