Chapter Three
A fter what felt like an hour of yanking at the lift doors and making as much noise as possible, Dani was starting to worry just the teeniest, tiniest bit.
It had occurred to her, approximately three minutes ago, that if the building had indeed been evacuated due to the presence of dangerous gas, she probably shouldn t be breathing so deeply to power her yells for assistance.
So she d switched to slamming her hands against the doors while trying not to breathe at all, which seemed less effective but also less likely to speed up her imminent carbon monoxide poisoning.
Now she was trying to figure out if she felt light-headed because the poisoning had begun, or because she wasn t fucking breathing.
It could possibly be both.
When she heard a voice shouting her name on the other side of the doors, she wondered for a moment if she was hallucinating as her body suffocated on ricin.
Then she pulled herself together, patted the trio of gemstones hanging beneath her dress, and shouted back, Hello?
Bang, bang, bang went her hands against the door, her left wrist aching and swollen because she d wrenched it a little, back when she d tried to open the lift. HELLO?
Danika! The voice was closer now, much closer, and almost familiar over the scream of the alarm.
She hesitated. Zaf?
No answer. But there was an odd, metallic wail, as if an iron elephant had been struck down, and then a high screech.
She leapt back instinctively from the doors, and a second later, a tiny slice of light appeared right down the center.
She caught sight of one dark eye and almost collapsed with relief.
Hang on, Zaf called through the gap, and then there was another wail and the door opened a little more. She saw his blunt fingertips at the edge of the chrome and realized he was actually succeeding in the endeavor at which she d so tragically failed.
You can t just pull the thing open! You ll hurt-
The alarm cut out abruptly, plunging them into silence.
Dani clapped her hands over her ringing ears, as if the quiet was attacking them, before blushing at her own silliness and lowering her hands.
Zaf, meanwhile, continued the superhuman and technically impossible-shouldn t it be impossible?
-feat of forcing open the lift. Unfortunately for him, these doors were the least of their issues.
Dani had been trapped long enough that her death by poisonous gas was assured, and Zaf had likely doomed himself to the same fate by rescuing her.
For some reason, she was intensely upset by that, and also felt a little bit like swooning.
Must be the formaldehyde inhalation.
Zaf gave one final heave, and the doors opened.
She had an instant to register the sight of him: tall and broad and heavily built, his usual resting bitch face veering into furious territory, his warm, brown eyes gentle enough to negate the effect.
For some reason, the contrast-the hard precision of his features versus that soft, liquid gaze-made her shiver.
The light shone behind him like a halo, and he looked even larger than usual, and it hit Dani like a giant, cosmic fist that this whole nobly-rescuing-her-from-death situation was almost certainly a sign.
As in, a sign . The timing and the drama were too significant to ignore.
The universe might as well have pointed flashing neon arrows in the direction of Zaf s delicious shoulders and screamed, This one, then, since you re so impatient.
Dani stared. Really? Him? Are you certain?
After all, sleeping with a friend hadn t ended well for her last time.
Plus, Zaf could be a teeny bit uptight, and then there was that excess of chivalry and the habit some men had of reading commitment into copulation .
. . She opened her mouth to ask Zaf if he might, against all her previous instincts and assumptions, be up for no-strings shenanigans.
Then she remembered that they were dying, which made the whole thing immaterial, and anyway, he looked to be in a foul mood.
His jaw, beneath its short, black beard, was tight, his lush mouth was a hard line, and his thick hair was an outrageous mess, perhaps because he d just forced an elevator open with his bare hands.
Before she could comment on that strange, if impressive, behavior, he reached into the lift, dragged her out by the front of her dress, and plastered her against his massive chest. An almost silent Alhamdulillah rushed out of him on a sigh.
Dani was just thinking, rather ungratefully, that he better not have creased her bodice, when he wrapped his arms so tightly around her that she could barely breathe.
Or maybe that was the mercury vapor.
Why the fuck were you in the lift? he demanded, his words hard, the rest of him . . . not. She was quite certain he was nuzzling her head like a cat. You don t use the lift in emergency situations!
I know that, she griped, her voice muffled against his chest. And what a lovely chest it was, like a big, meaty pillow.
His belly was nice, too, both soft and solid.
She wondered if she could get away with grabbing his arse, since her brains were probably melting out of her nose as they spoke.
I was already in the lift when the alarm started. It just sort of . . . shut down.
He growled. He actually growled -she felt the sound rumble through him. This shitty old fucking building. The outer doors weren t even closed.
The emergency button didn t work, she said, enjoying the tension in his body as he wrapped himself around her. I was trapped in there for hours.
Er . . . I don t think it was hours.
One hour, then, she corrected.
Danika, it s been twelve minutes since the alarm started.
Oh. Well, it had felt rather long. Perhaps my grip on time wobbled a bit because of the strain.
His growl came back. I m going to kill someone.
I think we re going to be killed.
What? Zaf pulled back a little, looking down at her, and she tried not to whine at the loss of contact. At least his hands were gripping her upper arms now, his thumbs sliding back and forth over her skin in a shower of sparkles. He d never touched her before.
He really should touch her again, if possible. Soon.
We re being poisoned, she told him sadly. By gas. But at least my last sight on this earth will be your wonderful beard.
His response was slow, as if he doubted her cognitive function. Dani, this is a drill. There is no gas.
It took her a moment to process those words, but once it happened, she blushed hard enough to combust. Right. Erm. Sorry about the beard thing. My mind s all over the place. It s the gas.
His gorgeous mouth kicked up at one corner. The . . . nonexistent gas?
Placebo effect, she told him firmly, and stepped back, breaking the contact between them.
If there really was no gas, then it must be touching Zaf that was making her dizzy.
And silly. And mushy. That needed to stop.
She had nothing to feel mushy about , since he hadn t actually risked death by cyanide to come to her rescue, and anyway, mushiness was strictly prohibited.
What s wrong with your hand? he frowned, thankfully oblivious to Dani s mental ramblings. He caught her right wrist and studied what she hadn t noticed: her nails, torn and slightly bloodied from the force she d used trying to open the doors.
Oh, I attempted your method of escape, she told him airily. Apparently, I don t have the biceps for it.
He didn t laugh. His frown deepening, he grabbed her other hand for inspection, then dropped it like a hot potato when she let out a hiss of pain. What-?
Sorry. I, er, pulled too hard, I suppose. That wrist aches a little bit. Perhaps I wrenched it.
Right, Zaf said, his eyes burning something awful. He looked mutinous, but evidently not with her, because he stepped forward and slid her rucksack gently off her shoulders. I ll take this, he murmured.
Oh, no, it s okay, I-
Danika, he said, iron in his tone. I. Will take. This.
I knew you were bossy, but I had no idea you were this bossy.
Yeah, well, he muttered, now you know. Just like I know you have a dodgy grasp on time. We re even.
She shot him a glare. Why do I put up with you?
I think it has something to do with my wonderful beard.
Shut up, you awful man.
He sighed. No gratitude. That s the problem with posh girls. Before she could formulate a response to that outrageous comment-which she absolutely was not tempted to laugh at-he said, Come here. Her rucksack now safely on his back, he scooped her up in his arms like a bride.
Her stomach swooped, and she let out a mortifying little shriek-but really, it couldn t be helped.
Because Zaf s grip on her waist and her thigh sparked electricity, and her mouth was just inches from his bare, brown throat, and who could blame her for making undignified noises under circumstances like that?
It was all very irregular and unreasonably good .
Perhaps she should stop doubting the universe and accept this man as her goddess-chosen fuck buddy, after all.
He looked down at her with a tiny smirk, a quirk of the lips that seemed to say, Bet you didn t know I could do that , and she almost melted into a puddle pussy-first.
Of course, she couldn t let him know she was melting, since he was a handsome man, and handsome men must never be allowed to know the full extent of their sexual appeal. They couldn t be trusted with the knowledge. So she tried her best to look outraged and demanded, What on earth are you doing?
You hurt yourself, he said calmly as he carried her toward the stairs.
I hurt my hands !
He grunted. You were trapped in here during a gas leak. Probably aren t steady on your feet.
I thought it was a drill?