Free ROMANCE: The Bad Boy Meeting by Amanda Kevin Page B

chuckled as he followed her in, letting the door close behind them. She bit her lip as her stomach lurched with the elevator’s quick speed. She folded her hands together and tried to pretend that Jason wasn’t staring at her the entire time. She could feel the heat in the small space as the two of them had become space heaters of sexual desire more so than anything else.
    Finally, the bell chimed and the doors swung open, revealing what looked like a basement factory. “The printing press.” She breathed, her heart skipping at the magnificent sight.
    Jason nodded. “Right you are.” He replied as he stepped in front of her, his hand outstretched behind him.
    Macy stared at it, her gaze shifting from his long fingers to his eager eyes, but wasn’t entirely sure she should partake.
    He then rolled his eyes. “Well, c’mon!” he urged.
    Macy jumped, but grabbed his hand anyway, completely unable to resist.
    “This place has actually been around since around the time the very first printing press was invented.” He explained as he led her down the isle of machines working basically of their own accord.
    Macy smiled and nodded at the first person they came across, a stout man with long hair; he wore a tie at the base of his neck and a greasy smile stretched across his face. “How many people work down here?” she asked.
    He shrugged. “I have absolutely no idea.” He replied. “Who would know that?”
    Macy slowed to a stop, her gaze sweeping the room, taking in everything from the loud machines, pumping out millions of pages a minute to the men dotting the room, all equally greasy, equally stout and unassuming. She could tell that they were probably migrant workers, or people riding the base of the social latter, because who in their right mind, with a true choice, would choose to work in this place? Where they were underground without so much as a window to keep them updated on what was going on in the outside world.
    Macy could feel a short story forming itself in the back of her mind, Jason yanked her arm, throwing her tentative creative thoughts out of her reach.
    “C’mon, I have to show you something.” He explained as he continued on down the isles.
    Eventually, they came to the end of the rows of workers and machines, and found themselves staring at a back wall. Macy gasped as she found herself staring at a wall covered in old newspaper clippings from The NewYorker, the Times, and even New York Times. There was everything from Pearl Harbor to studio 54, to Vietnam… It was a wall composed entirely of all the most beautifully exciting things that had happened before she was alive, much less competent enough to write about any of it.
    Jason stepped behind her, placing both of his hands on each of her shoulders. “You see, the basement as a slush pile of its own.” He murmured into her ear as his hands slipped from her shoulders, caressing her upper arms. “I mean, it’s a hundred times more interesting… but still.” He replied.
    Macy’s eyes went wide. “So you made this?” she breathed.
    He nodded, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.
    She froze. Call her stupid, but this was the last thing she would have expected from him on their little adventure to procrastinate on real, deadline-bound, work.
    “Yes.” He whispered. “But I have one more thing to show you.” He replied.

Chapter 2
     
    Jason grabbed her hand once again and led her down the side of the wall. Soon enough, they had traveled all the way to the right side of the room and were standing in front of a door. There was a set of blinds covering what looked like a mirror that ran the length of the entire door. Macy assumed she was looking at an office, which is why it completely floored her when Jason unhooked a set of keys from one of his back belt loops and let go of her hand for as long as it took to open the door.
    Macy’s eyes went wide as she asked, “How did you get this key?” she asked as he grabbed her hand again and