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knew it well.
    As Pres waited for the elevator, he felt a presence next to him. It was a male presence because the scent was spicy with a sweet undertone. Just when Pres prepared to speak, his visitor spoke to him first.
    “Hello,” he said in a deep, sultry voice.
    “Good evening,” Pres responded.
    “Going for a little stroll, huh? He’s a beautiful dog. May I pet him?” asked the good-smelling stranger. His accent was slightly northern but not overly pronounced. Listening to him speak made Pres think about what the man’s mouth might look like. If a person had a strong voice, he immediately pictured a warm, inviting smile covered by full lips.
    “Yes, go right ahead. He’s very spoiled. Any attention he can get, he’s more than willing to take.” Pres lifted Josey’s leash, making him rise up off his belly.
    “Awww. So handsome. You’re a good boy, aren’t you? Yes, I can tell you’re a good boy,” the stranger crooned to his dog.
    Pres could hear the man ruffling Josey’s scruff underneath his collar as he scratched him.
    “So do you live on this floor?” Pres figured he’d spark a little conversation since the elevator was taking forever.
    “Yep. Actually, just a few doors down from you,” he replied happily.
    “You know where I live? Well, now I have to kill ya,” Pres joked, hoping his neighbor had a sense of humor, which he did because he heard him let out a genuinely deep laugh.
    With a laugh like that, he definitely has a nice smile.
    “Funny guy, huh? My name is Rickson Edwards, but everyone calls me Ric. I’m sorry I haven’t introduced myself sooner, but I’m fairly new to the building, and every time I see you, you’re either just getting on or off of the elevator.”
    He felt Ric take his hand that wasn’t holding Josey’s leash and slide his into it during his introduction. Damn, he has a strong handshake.
    Pres returned the firm grip. “I’m Prescott Vaughan. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Edwards.”
    “How respectful of you, but there is no Mr. Edwards, just Ric…Mr. Vaughan.”
    Pres mocked him right back. “How respectful of you, but Mr. Vaughan lives in Richmond with my mother, just Prescott, or Pres, if you like.”
    “I do like…I mean the name. I like your name,” Ric stammered.
    Pres smiled as he imagined a slight blush creeping up on the man’s face.
    At its arrival, they both stepped into the elevator, leaving the introduction awkwardness in the hallway. Neither said another word. There was only the humming of the elevator gears as it descended its way to the lobby.
    Pres was overly aware of Ric’s gaze on him, and it made him smile.
    “Why are you smiling?” his neighbor asked.
    “Why are you staring at me?” Pres retorted.
    “Because you’re—” He stopped quickly.
    “Because I’m what?” Pres questioned, wondering why Ric didn’t finish his sentence.
    “Nothing. Didn’t mean to stare, and I’m not even going to ask how you knew that I was, either.” He laughed.
    “It’s within my power,” Pres joked back.
    Pres found himself trying to imagine what Ric’s face looked like. If the appearance matched the voice and humor, then he probably had light brown hair and light green or hazel eyes. His cheekbones could probably make a woman envious, and he didn’t breathe heavily, so Pres assumed he didn’t have any weight issues. His voice came from slightly above Pres when he spoke, so the man was taller than him, making Ric probably six foot two or three. Being closed in the small compartment had Pres’s sensitive nose filled with Ric’s unique scent. It had him feeling dizzy and a little disoriented. That spicy, sweet combination was like nothing he’d ever smelled before. He liked it…a lot.
    That thought did not freak out Pres at all, and liking the man’s smell was an interesting feeling for him. He wasn’t squeamish that a man had given him such a sensual reaction. If he was going to be totally honest with himself, everything