Page 137 of Playing Dirty

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He followed.

Door closed behind him.

That sound mattered more than it should’ve.

Click.

Locked space.

Again.

Not an elevator this time.

Worse.

Because this lasted longer.

I set my bag down slowly.

Serena would’ve had something to say about this.

I didn’t let myself think about her.

Mason stood near the entrance for a second longer than necessary.

Like he was deciding something.

Then he dropped his bag on the bed furthest from the window.

Of course.

Distance.

Intentional.

Or not.

That was the problem now.

I couldn’t tell anymore.

“You take that one,” he said.

Not a question.

I nodded.

“Fine.”

Simple.

Controlled.

Like we were just roommates.

Like nothing had happened in the elevator.

Like nothing had been happening for days.

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