The elevator doors slid shut, momentarily trapping Adele and Derek in a confined space. Adele stole a glance at Derek. His clothes, a stark contrast to the polished environment of the Hastings Hotel, screamed of a man more comfortable in the countryside than a corporate setting. His southern drawl deepened the mystery. Was he an architect? An investor?
Her curiosity piqued, but she held her tongue, letting the silence stretch between them. She couldn't decide if Derek's unwavering gaze amused or unnerved her.
"You look like you have a question or two in mind." He said breaking the silence.
Adele steered her gaze away from him and looked right ahead. "I do not." She said with a curt note, hating to know he had seen through her.
He chuckled, knowingly. "You know, you can ask. I don't bite. At least there haven't been any records of such since I came into town."
