Free What Goes Up by Celia Kyle Page A

simply stop from overexertion
before she got a chance to finish what she’d started. Then…then the
elevator doors did what she’d been waiting for. They opened.
    Trevor stood in the center of the elevator dressed
in his typical business suit with perfectly pressed, exorbitantly
expensive shirt and tie. He held his jacket at his side with his
fingertips, leaving his upper body clad only in his dress shirt.
With his promotion, he’d upgraded to Armani. And true to form, he
didn’t carry a briefcase as work was best done in an office and
never at home.
    She made a note to tear the thing from his body,
popping off each and every twenty-dollar button she could find. Of
course, tearing the clothes from his back meant she’d get an eyeful
of his body. Not that she was complaining, of course. With lightly
tanned skin stretched over each rippling muscle, she’d be the last
woman to complain at having to stare at his bare chest and six-pack
abs.
    His six pack led to his trim waist and in the front,
those lickable lines on his hips. In the back, an ass she couldn’t
wait to nibble…and bounce a quarter off of just to see if she
could. His legs were long, equally muscled, and also wrapped in
Armani. Scissors. She was sure the expensive tailored wool suit
would melt away like butter beneath a hot knife with her newly
sharpened safety scissors. That thought alone almost made her
smile.
    The epitome of a man on the rise stood before her,
and her knees shook as the enormity of what she was about to do
landed on her shoulders like a grand piano. In fact, if she
listened hard enough, she was sure she could hear Jerry Lee Lewis’s
“Great Balls of Fire” echoing from the imaginary keys.
    But fear had no place here. Nor did second guesses.
She’d started on this path the moment she had promised Marlon a
place at her Thanksgiving table later this year along with the rest
of her family, and she wasn’t going to back down now. She’d cajoled
the old man until he finally agreed to her plan in exchange for
spending time with her. Marlon just liked having a friend, and if
it got him to do as she asked, she wouldn’t tell him that she’d
planned on inviting him anyway. The old man was taking a risk. She
couldn’t tuck tail and run now.
    On shaky legs, she strode forward, four-inch
stilettos colliding with the marble floor in loud clicks as she
approached the open doors. Trevor still hadn’t said a word. His
eyes had stretched so wide she could clearly see the whites from
five feet away, and his mouth hung open as if he were a toddler
waiting to be fed. She wasn’t surprised. He was seeing a new side
of her now and he seemed at a loss for words. Good . The
success of her plan hinged on him staying off-balance.
    Ashley stepped over the threshold and didn’t stop
moving forward into the elevator until mere inches separated her
from Trevor. His eyes seemed glued to her cleavage and she knew
she’d captured his interest. Now, she just needed to capture him .
    The soft whoosh of the doors closing
interrupted her thoughts on what was to come and she simply stood
there, stock still as she waited for the right moment. After a few
seconds, she eased her hand over the buttons on the elevator
control panel. From the corner of her eye, she spotted the bright
red button she searched for. With the tiniest bit of pressure, she
pushed the button and the elevator jolted to a stop, sending her
teetering back against the doors. They stared at one another, he in
shock and her in expectation.
    What would he do?
    *
    What the fuck was he going to do? Trevor
stared at his fucking, walking wet dream and tried to snap back to
reality, only to realize this was reality. He was truly
stuck in an elevator with his ex-but-he-wished-she-wasn’t
girlfriend, Ashley. Not only were they stuck in the small space,
but she was dressed in the sexiest outfit he’d ever seen her wear
in the years he’d known her or six months they’d dated. Hell, all
of his fantasies