Table Manners

POV Hazel.

I scrambled into the elevator just a second before the heavy steel doors slid shut, sealing me inside a suffocating, soundproof box with the very man who just ruined my afternoon. My chest heaved. I clutched my cheap purse to my side and stared straight ahead at the polished metal panels. I could feel his dark, brooding presence standing just inches away. The elevator descent felt like