Chapter 8: The Bunny and The Brat
The elevator doors slid open with a quiet ding. I straightened instinctively, expecting maybe another guest or staff member—someone in a suit, maybe, someone polished and forgettable.
The doors opened... and the universe laughed at me.
It was him.
Of all the floors, all the rooms, all the people in this giant glass tower—it had to be him.
VIP Line Guy.
The smug one with the man-bun arrogance and insults wrapped in charm. The cocky jerk who thought he owned velvet ropes and oxygen. The arrogant jerk who’d decided it was his personal mission to get under my skin the last time we’d crossed paths. Leaning against the doorway like he was waiting for a fan club. That same annoyingly perfect face, annoying expression locked in place the second his eyes landed on me.
He stepped into the elevator like he’d ordered it just for himself, with the air of someone who owned the damn building, with all the over-bearing grace of someone who didn’t just walk into rooms—they claimed them. His hair was slicked back, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and he smelled expensive—like arrogance bottled and sold by a luxury brand. Well─ he is definitely taking forever to press the dang elevator button.
I could already feel the familiar heat rising in my chest as he stepped inside, his gaze shifting over me from head to toe. He didn’t say anything at first—just gave me a long look. Our eyes locked.
One brow rose. "Hmm."
I narrowed my eyes. "What?"
His lips twitched as if he was suppressing a laugh, and then, like he couldn’t resist, he looked me over again and said with mock sweetness, "Cute."