53 The Elevator (2)

Dawn's one hand was glued to the rail while the other one held the coffee can tightly. She continued to stare at him. Sweat trickled down her spine. She ignored the phone's ping. The walls closed in on her and she curled her hands tightly around the what she was holding. Her mind started searching for ways to escape. She felt like a prey in front of a predator. Trapped in a tight space with him was worse than dancing with him on his engagement. 

Daryn remembered their dance, how their bodies touched each other and he controlled an overwhelming urge to hold her against him. Her scent drove him crazy. He called upon every wolf spirit to control his wolf. 

"Morn- morning!" he replied. 

"Congratulations on your engagement," she said slowly. He was too intimidating.