“The landlord doesn’t see anything but his way,” Max reassured her. Granted, he didn’t know the man. Couldn’t even say he really talked to him. But he’d seen the way he talked to everyone else. Didn’t get much bigger assholes than that guy. He gave a half snort as she chided herself about her figure, pulling back for a moment and giving her a once over. Not a creepy one, at least he hoped not, but he was never one to just throw out idle compliments. “Don’t even start that shit. You look good and I don’t lie.”
Costing a fortune or not didn’t really mean much to him. Price and quality didn’t always go hand in hand but he knew that if these expensive looking bags broke on his watch? There would be hell to pay. But they were going to take the elevator and he hoped to god it would take him to ten. He’d take nine even. Anything so he didn’t look like a fucking idiot for suggesting it. He’d hate for that cute grin to turn into a scowl. “Elevator it is.”
He was already reaching a hand toward her bags when she went back to that repaying crap. “Don’t worry about it. You don’t owe me anything and I’ve got nothing to move.” And he meant it. Sure it was still easy to say that, for all he knew he’d still have scale those ten flights of stairs. But he was just helping. He didn’t need anything in return. “So don’t sweat it. Just go on and call the elevator? We’ll get these bags upstairs in no time.”