I nod, although I doubt he notices,

I nod, although I doubt he notices, considering his gaze isn’t planted anywhere near my face.
“What floor?”
Oh, no, you don’t.I reach beside me and cover all the buttons on the panel with my hands to hide the illuminated eighteenth-floor button, and then I press every single button between floors ten and eighteen. He glances at the panel, confused.
“None of your business,” I say.
He laughs.
He thinks I’m kidding.
He arches his dark, thick eyebrow. It’s a nice eyebrow. It’s attached to a nice face, which is attached to a nice head, which is attached to a nice body.
A married body.
Asshole.
He grins seductively after seeing me check him out—only I wasn’t checking him out the way he thinks I was. In my mind, I was wondering how many times that body has been pressed against a girl who wasn’t his wife.
I feel sorry for his wife.
He’s looking at my cleavage again when we reach floor ten. “I can help you with that,” he says, nodding toward my suitcase. His voice is nice. I wonder how many girls have fallen for that married voice. He walks toward me and reaches to the panel, bravely pressing the button that closes the doors.
I hold his stare and press the button to open the doors. “I’ve got it.”
He nods as if he understands, but there’s still a wicked gleam in his eyes that reaffirms my immediate dislike of him. He steps out of the elevator and turns to face me before walking away.
“Catch you later, Tate,” he says, just as the doors close.
I frown, not comfortable with the fact that the only two people I’ve interacted with since walking into this apartment building already know who I am.
I remain alone on the elevator as it stops on every single floor until it reaches the eighteenth. I step off, pull my phone out of my pocket, and open up my messages to Corbin. I can’t remember which apartment number he said was his. It’s either 1816 or 1814.
Maybe it’s 1826?
I come to a stop at 1814, because there’s a guy passed out on the floor of the hallway, leaning against the door to 1816.
Please don’t let it be 1816.
I find the message on my phone and cringe. It’s 1816.
Of course it is.
I walk slowly to the door, hoping I don’t wake up the guy. His legs are sprawled out in front of him, and he’s leaning with his back propped up against Corbin’s door. His chin is tucked to his chest, and he’s snoring.
“Excuse me,” I say, my voice just above a whisper.
He doesn’t move.
I lift my leg and poke his shoulder with my foot. “I need to get into this apartment.”
He rustles and then slowly opens his eyes and stares straight ahead at my legs.
His eyes meet my knees, and his eyebrows furrow as he slowly leans forward with a deep scowl on his face. He lifts a hand and pokes my knee with his finger, almost as if he’s never seen a knee before. He drops his hand, closes his eyes, and falls back asleep against the door.
Great.
Corbin won’t be back until tomorrow, so I dial his number to see if this guy is someone I should be concerned about.
“Tate?” he asks, answering his phone without a hello.
“Yep,” I reply. “Made it safe, but I can’t get in because there’s a drunk guy passed out at your front door. Suggestions?”
“Eighteen sixteen?” he asks. “You sure you’re at the right apartment?”
“Positive.”
“Are you sure he’s drunk?”
“Positive.”
“Weird,” he says. “What’s he wearing?”
“Why do you want to know what he’s wearing?”
“If he’s wearing a pilot’s uniform, he probably lives in the building. The complex contracts with our airline.”
This guy isn’t wearing any type of uniform, but I can’t help but notice that his jeans and black T-shirt do fit him very nicely.
“No uniform,” I say.
“Can you get past him without waking him up?”
“I’d have to move him. He’ll fall inside if I open the door.”
He’s quiet for a few seconds while he thinks. “Go downstairs and ask for Cap,” he says. “I told him you were coming tonight. He can wait with you until you’re inside the apartment.”
I sigh, because I’ve been driving for six hours, and going all the way back downstairs is not something I feel like doing right now. I also sigh because Cap is the last person who could probably help in this situation.
“Just stay on the phone with me until I’m inside your apartment.”
I like my plan a lot better. I balance my phone against my ear with my shoulder and dig inside my purse for the key Corbin sent me. I insert it into the lock and begin to open the door, but the drunk guy begins to fall backward with every inch the door opens. He groans, but his eyes don’t open again.
“It’s too bad he’s wasted,” I tell Corbin. “He’s not bad-looking.”
“Tate, just get your ass inside and lock the door so I can hang up.”
I roll my eyes. He’s still the same bossy brother he always was. I knew that moving in with him would not be good for our relationship, considering how fatherly he acted toward me when we were younger. However, I had no time to find a job, get my own apartment, and get settled before my new classes started, so it left me with little choice.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Aku mengangguk, meskipun aku ragu ia melihat, mengingat tatapan tidak ditanam di mana saja di dekat wajahku."Apa lantai?"Oh, tidak, Anda tidak. Saya mencapai di samping saya dan menutupi semua tombol pada panel dengan tangan saya untuk menyembunyikan tombol kedelapan belas lantai yang diterangi, dan kemudian tekan tombol setiap satu antara lantai sepuluh dan delapan belas. Ia pandang di panel, bingung."Tidak ada bisnis Anda," kataku.Dia tertawa.Dia mengira aku bercanda.Ia lengkungan alis nya gelap, tebal. Sangat bagus alis. Hal ini melekat ke wajah yang bagus, yang melekat pada kepala bagus, yang melekat pada tubuh yang bagus.Tubuh yang sudah menikah.Bajingan.Ia grins menggoda setelah melihat saya memeriksa dia keluar-hanya saya tidak memeriksa dia cara berpikirnya saya. Dalam pikiran saya, saya bertanya-tanya berapa kali yang tubuh telah ditekan terhadap seorang gadis yang bukan istrinya.Aku merasa kasihan dengan istrinya.Dia melihat saya pembelahan lagi ketika kita mencapai lantai sepuluh. "Saya dapat membantu Anda dengan itu," katanya, mengangguk-angguk menuju koper saya. Suaranya baik. Aku bertanya-tanya berapa banyak gadis telah jatuh untuk yang menikah suara. Dia berjalan ke arahku dan mencapai ke panel, berani menekan tombol yang menutup pintu.Aku terus menatap nya dan tekan tombol untuk membuka pintu. "Aku punya itu."Dia mengangguk seolah-olah ia mengerti, namun masih ada kilau jahat di matanya yang menegaskan kembali saya tidak langsung suka padanya. Dia keluar dari lift dan ternyata menghadapi saya sebelum berjalan pergi."Menangkap Anda kemudian, Tate," Dia mengatakan, hanya saat pintu menutup.Saya cemberut, tidak nyaman dengan kenyataan bahwa hanya dua orang yang saya telah berinteraksi dengan sejak berjalan ke gedung apartemen ini sudah tahu siapa aku.Tetap saya sendirian di Lift berhenti di setiap lantai satu hingga mencapai kedelapan belas. Saya turun, menarik telepon saya keluar dari saku, dan membuka pesan saya untuk Corbin. Saya tidak ingat apartemen yang nomor katanya adalah nya. Itu adalah tahun 1816 atau 1814.Mungkin itu adalah 1826?Aku datang untuk berhenti di tahun 1814, karena ada seorang pria pingsan di lantai lorong, bersandar pintu 1816.Harap jangan biarkan menjadi 1816.Saya menemukan pesan di telepon dan ngeri. It's 1816.Tentu saja hal ini.Aku berjalan perlahan-lahan ke pintu, berharap aku tidak bangun orang. Kakinya tergeletak keluar di depannya, dan ia bersandar dengan punggung tetap ditopang melawan Corbin di pintu. Dagu terselip ke dadanya, dan ia adalah mendengkur."Maafkan aku," Aku berkata, saya suara tepat di atas bisikan.Ia tidak bergerak.Aku mengangkat kaki saya dan menyodok bahu dengan kaki saya. "Aku harus mendapatkan ke apartemen ini."Dia rustles dan kemudian perlahan-lahan membuka matanya dan menatap lurus ke depan kaki saya.Matanya bertemu lutut saya, dan alis nya mengerutkan seperti ia perlahan-lahan bersandar ke depan dengan mendalam cemberut di wajahnya. Dia mengangkat tangan dan pokes lutut saya dengan jarinya, hampir seolah-olah ia belum pernah melihat lutut sebelum. Ia turun tangannya, menutup matanya, dan tertidur kembali terhadap pintu.Hebat.Corbin tidak akan kembali sampai besok, jadi saya menghubungi nomor untuk melihat apakah orang ini adalah seseorang yang saya harus peduli tentang."Tate?" Dia bertanya, menjawab telepon tanpa Halo."Ya," saya menjawab. "Membuat aman, tapi aku tidak bisa masuk karena ada seorang pria mabuk pingsan di depan pintu Anda. Saran?""Delapan belas enam belas?" Dia bertanya. "Anda yakin kau di apartment benar?""Positif.""Apakah Anda yakin ia mabuk?""Positif.""Aneh," katanya. "Apa yang adalah ia mengenakan?""Mengapa Anda ingin tahu apa yang ia sudah memakai?""Jika dia memakai seragam pilot, ia mungkin tinggal di bangunan. Kompleks kontrak dengan maskapai kami."Orang ini tidak memakai jenis seragam, tapi aku tidak bisa tidak memperhatikan bahwa nya jeans dan T-shirt hitam cocok nya sangat baik."Tidak seragam," kataku."Anda bisa melewatinya tanpa membangunkannya?""Aku harus bergerak dia.. Ia akan jatuh dalam if I membuka pintu."Dia tenang selama beberapa detik saat ia berpikir. "Pergi ke bawah dan meminta Cap," katanya. "Saya mengatakan kepadanya Anda datang malam ini. Dia bisa menunggu dengan Anda sampai Anda di dalam apartemen."Aku menghela napas, karena saya telah mengemudi selama enam jam, dan pergi semua jalan kembali bawah bukanlah sesuatu yang saya merasa seperti lakukan sekarang. Aku menghela napas karena Cap adalah orang terakhir yang mungkin bisa membantu dalam situasi ini."Hanya tinggal di telepon dengan saya sampai saya dalam apartemen Anda."I like my plan a lot better. I balance my phone against my ear with my shoulder and dig inside my purse for the key Corbin sent me. I insert it into the lock and begin to open the door, but the drunk guy begins to fall backward with every inch the door opens. He groans, but his eyes don’t open again.“It’s too bad he’s wasted,” I tell Corbin. “He’s not bad-looking.”“Tate, just get your ass inside and lock the door so I can hang up.”I roll my eyes. He’s still the same bossy brother he always was. I knew that moving in with him would not be good for our relationship, considering how fatherly he acted toward me when we were younger. However, I had no time to find a job, get my own apartment, and get settled before my new classes started, so it left me with little choice.