Chapter Eleven
“She smells of you,” Roark eyed James from across the elevator. It had taken them ten minutes to get one to stop on their floor that had enough room to carry them down. Oddly, when a free elevator finally came, it was empty and they were left alone. “Though she doesn’t seem too charmed by you at the moment. I told you that you were too serious. You need to loosen up, show her the fun side of James—if you have one. Do you have a fun side, James?”
“This elevator has security cameras,” James answered, motioning up. “You should be quiet. Someone can probably hear you and I won’t stop them if they try to have you thrown into an asylum.”
“Do they even use asylums anymore? Isn’t there a more politically correct term for them now?” Roark chuckled. “I might have done the same in y
