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respond with, Derreck pressed the emergency stop button the elevator.  It came to a grinding halt and Macy cried out.
    “That’s right,” Derreck whispered.  He put his lips to her neck.  “Show me who you are.  Don’t hide from me, Macy.”
    Macy whispered, “Oh” and groaned. 
    Derreck’s right hand came up and around, his fingertips flirting with the bottom of her breast.  His left hand continued its descent down, coming very close to touching between her legs.  He stopped an inch away from touching her most sensitive spot.
    “Derreck,” Macy whispered. 
    “Tell me,” Derreck said.  “Don’t hold back.”
    “I... I want you to touch me.”
    “I know you do,” Derreck said.  His left hand moved from Macy’s body and pulled the emergency button, allowing the elevator to continue.  “Soon, Macy, I promise.  Very soon.”
    Derreck took his original place and stood there, staring forward, a smile grazing his face,.  Macy didn’t want to look away from Derreck but she couldn’t help it.  She’d never been so turned on or teased by a man before.  Especially considering who Derreck was.  All he was worth. All he accomplished.  And how sexy he was.
    So.  Fucking.  Sexy.
    Macy closed her eyes in a feeble attempt to collect herself.  All that did was allow her mind to flash the images of what she hoped Derreck looked like naked.  She opened her eyes as the elevator stopped and she then realized that in all the sexual commotion, she forgot to ask herself the obvious question.
    Why were they going up in an elevator?

 
    “Derreck, I have to say something...”
    “It’s all taken care of,” Derreck said, letting the tips of his fingers slide down Macy’s arm, past her wrist, interlocking his fingers to hers. 
    The move, so small, so subtle, was so big, and so sexual.
    “I arranged for a room, just in case I needed one.”
    “Why am I here?” Macy asked.
    Her voice carried down the hall and back.  At first, Derreck didn’t answer her, only continuing to walk.  At the end of the hall, he opened the door on the left with a small card he took from the inside of his breast pocket. 
    Macy couldn’t believe herself as she followed Derreck into the room.  The night continued to progress, at a speed Macy had a hard time comprehending. 
    Derreck stopped at a dresser, allowing Macy to continue into the room.  The place wasn’t a hotel room, it was an apartment.  Bigger than Macy’s apartment.  Bigger than Stacey’s art gallery.  Large windows running side to side, high ceilings, an open floor, complete with a separate area for the bed.  In the center of the room was a see through fireplace with furniture surrounding it. 
    The place screamed of elegance and money.
    Macy walked to one of the brown leather couches and touched it.  She then noticed her hands were shaking.
    Shaking out of fear.
    Out of lust.
    Out of... need.
    She looked over her shoulder and realized she needed Derreck.  She needed Derreck Hagan to touch her, to have her, to pleasure her.
    “To answer your question,” Derreck said, stripping himself of his suit jacket, “you’re here because you want to be here.”
    The answer wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the answer Macy expected to hear.
    “But... you told me to be in the elevator at noon,” Macy said.  “You came to the gallery... you...”
    “Me, me, me,” Derreck said.  He moved towards Macy, unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt, forcing them up his arms.  “It’s about you, Macy.  Someday you’ll understand that.  When you can open yourself to me, and even yourself.  Stop hiding, Macy.”
    Derreck was standing a few feet away.  He slid his hands into his pockets.
    “Like I said, I’m right here.”
    “You’re here,” Derreck said, “but are you... really here?”
    Macy pushed from the couch and took a step.  She felt herself almost losing balance because of the damn heels.  That was it.  She had enough of the heels.  Diamonds or