When Alex steps onto the elevator, KC's day goes from bad to worse. She’s had a rough life, but that doesn’t mean she’s a door mat. She feels his judgment the moment he sees her, and she doesn’t like it one bit. Thankfully, their barbed and frosty time together will be short-lived.
Alex’s smooth edges ruffle when the elevator gets stuck. Claustrophobic and trapped with his polar-opposite, he isn’t sure how much more of the painted lady he can take. Battered and bruised egos leave them with an oddly, satisfying kiss-off before realizing their time together is far from over.
