I stare at the elevator floor with laser-like intensity. The same floor where Logan and I... you know. Did the thing. The sex thing. The thing where I apparently turned into Old Faithful and gushed all over the polished surface. My cheeks burn, and I force my gaze to stay locked on one particular spot near my left foot.
"Has this been cleaned since I... you know..." My voice trails off in a strangled whisper.
Logan, standing beside me with Princess Paws' carrier tucked under one arm, raises an eyebrow. "Since you what? Had the most spectacular orgasm of your life?"
"Exploded on it," I hiss, mortified.
His lips twitch. "I had it professionally sanitized. Twice."
Thank God. Though I can't help but wonder what the cleaning crew thought when they got that call. Hi, yes, can you send someone up? We need to sterilize the elevator. No, I can't tell you why.
