Fuck! She cursed. There was no way in hell she was getting in the same elevator as Gadreel!
Her eyes quickly darted about looking for the stairway. She spotted it under seconds, but just as she turned to leave, Gadreel grabbed her hand.
“Let go!” Ivory snapped, not wanting to waste another second.
But her words didn’t seem to get to Gadreel. He frowned at her sight and without another word, pulled her into the elevator.
The doors slid close before Ivory could protest and Gadreel pulled out a black card to swipe against the pad, granting access to the presidential floor.
“What are you doing?” Ivory struggled in his hold. “Didn’t you hear me, I said let-“
The rest of her words died on the tip of her tongue as Gadreel turned to glare at her.
How dare she be so stubborn when she was dressed like this. She was practically exposed.