“Going up?” She asked almost innocently as Lance stepped into the elevator from the penthouse.

He gave her a questioning look as he moved to lean casually in the corner; there was no ‘up’ from here. “Down, thank you.”

She didn’t move her finger from the Door Open button, ensuring they went absolutely nowhere. Lance raised his brows in further question and she answered him by deliberately licking her lips. His golden gaze sharpened, then hooded, assessing… yes, she was pretty enough in that skirt suit.

“And you?” he prompted.

Her hungry blue eyes locked to his and Lance felt his cheeks flush with heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment. She looked him over blatantly, then finally pressed Door Close, starting them in motion. “I’d like to go down, myself.”

Lance drawled his answer with a smirk. “Good place for it.”

“I thought so too,” she glanced away to assess the numbers above the door, apparently approving the time as she then stalked him across the elevator and dropped to her knees before him. He braced his hands on the metal rail that wrapped around the little compartment.

Seconds later his head was dropping back against the wall.

Who'd have thought smut in 200 words? Hah.