The Bad Boy Effect

Chapter 5: I Blame The Elevator 100%

As we pull onto the main road, I remember my dad's leftovers that I have in my purse.

Shit.

"Arran we... we need to stop by my dad's work."

"Already introducing me to the parents?" he smirks.

I roll my eyes and hold back my glare. "No, I told him I would bring him leftovers. He's working late tonight."

"I suppose. Anything for my girl."

I scoff. "I am not your girl."

"Um, according to our bet, you are for four months." he smiles a crooked smile.

"You haven't even asked me out."

"Well will you go out with me?" he asks at a red light. I break out laughing.

"So romantic. Sorry, but you're going to have to do better than that."

He smirks. "Okay. Where does your dad work?"

I give him the directions to Tradesy and Arran nods his head. Fifteen minutes later, and we pull into the parking lot. We walk up to the building and Arran opens the door for me. I walk in and we go to the elevator. I pick floor 38, and the elevator starts to go up. It's just Arran and I in the elevator. I feel his heat radiate onto me, and I try to keep my breaths steady.

I can see out of the corner of my eye that he's looking at me.

"Take a photo. It lasts longer."

He chuckles. "No photo can compare to how you look in real life, Emma."

Against my will, my cheeks burn and I curse him out in my head.

How dare he make me blush!

Before I can say anything, I feel my body get pushed to the side of the elevator, and I'm staring into Arran's eyes. My hands are pinned above my head by his, and his gray glare is intense. His cologne is mixing with his cinnamon breath, and I am completely taken off guard. He's not even an inch away from me, but at this moment in time, it feels like he's thousands of feet away and I just want to pull him closer.

"Will you go out with me, Emma?" he whispers softly, making my breath hitch. His lips are so close that his breath brushes against mine. I don't know what possesses me, but the only thing I can do is nod.

He smirks and then pulls away just as quickly as he got there. I straighten my shirt and clear my throat. Just as I get situated again, the elevator dings and we walk out. As I make my way to my dad's desk, I silently curse myself for falling for his charm.

I blame the elevator 100%.

I knock on my dad's office door and I hear him mumble 'come in'. I open the door, Arran following me. My dad is on the phone, papers scattered all over his desk. I pull his leftovers out of my bag.

"Here you go," I say quietly. He mouths the words 'Thank you' to me.

"Hank, I'm going to have to go. Tell Tom that I'll be there first thing tomorrow. We cannot let this deal slip through our fingers, especially when we are so close to getting it confirmed."

He hangs the phone up, and I hold the tears that are trying to form.

"Thank you Emma Gemma." he grins. "This is exactly what I needed."

My dad is about to dig in when he notices Arran standing behind me.

"Who is this?" he asks as he stares at Arran.

"This is Arran," I say quickly. "He's a friend of mine."

"Hello Arran," my dad says, standing up. "I'm Greg. I'm the dad." he grins.