Elliot is already in the elevator when I step inside, holding the door open with one hand, his portfolio tucked under his arm.
My face is still completely on fire, and I am trying as hard as possible to look like a normal person who just got out of a car.
"Morning," he says, the moment the doors click shut, he looks over at me. His eyes focus on my face, and his brows instantly furrow with actual concern. He steps a bit closer, looking directly at my cheeks.
"Runze? Are you alright?" Elliot asks, tilting his head. "Your face is very red. Do you have a fever?"
The question makes my chest slam hard against my ribs, and the heat on my neck instantly flares up even worse. I can feel my ears burning under my hair. If Elliot knew exactly why my face was red…because Wuchen Bael had just held the car doors locked until I spoon-fed him a kiss on the cheek right in front of my driver and security…
I'm suddenly glad the car window is tinted.
