I screwed up

He raised his hand to his face, confused:

- Are you crazy, Barbara? He spoke in an altered tone of voice.

- I... Did I miss something? – Ben asked. – How long have you been in the elevator?

- He... Broke it. - I explained.

- No... I called and he came.

- Yeah, it did. – I confirmed.

- Barbara could have spoiled it on purpose, just to be locked up with me, taking advantage of my healed little body. She is a degenerate, with spikes in aggression.

I looked at him and he warned:

- If you hit me again, I'll take you down the stairs... And I bet you'll never forget what I'm going to do with you.

- Are you going to have me arrested again? Throw me out of my own building?

- Want to find out? He smiled, with the corner of his lips.

- Good night, Casanova. - I got out of the elevator, taking Ben by the arm.

- Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend? – he left after Ben.

- I'm Ben. Her best friend. Ben stopped, giving him his outstretched hand.

Hector took Ben's hand and kissed it:

- It'