steel doors closing her in
came to an abrupt halt when an arm thrust
itself in between them. Her breath caught
at the small glimpse of lime green. She
had often fantasized about this—an
elevator romp with Mr. Sexy. Standing up,
bent over, or on the ground. Every time
her orgasm was quick and mind blowing.
He stepped in bringing the fresh
aromas of his coffee and his spicy
aftershave. After pressing his finger
against the number thirty-two, he made his
way to the opposite side of the car.
The moment he settled into his spot
his eyes locked on her, sending a tingle up
and down the length of her body. It
intensified when he focused all his
attention on her face. Her stomach
fluttered, and she felt a rush of heat travel
up her neck to her cheeks.
He rested casually against the wall,
his coffee flush against his chest and his
black dress pants hugging his tight bottom.
Boxers or briefs? She would probably
never know.
They rode in silence, but his eyes
stayed focused on her body. The slight
rattle within the elevator shaft provided
the only noise to focus on. Damn! Her
body craved the touch of a man. Trying to
ease the ache between her legs, she
squeezed tight. If she could have his touch,
just one touch, oh how satisfied she would
be.
She was mid-sip when the elevator
lurched to a stop.
“Shit! Fuck!”
It went completely dark before the
soft glow of the generator lights
illuminated the space. This couldn’t be
happening. She braced herself up against
the wall, her cup shaking in her hand, and
felt the rise of panic.
“Please
tell
me
this
isn’t
happening?” Of all the scenarios she
could dream up, she’d never expected her
first words to Mr. Sexy to be spoken out
of terror.
“’Fraid so.” He approached the
control panel and opened up the small
cabinet.
He picked up the receiver and
spoke, but the pounding of her heart
drowned him out. She held on to her cup
for dear life as the space closed in around
her.
“Are you all right?”
“Fine,” she spit out in between
gasps. “Just a little claustrophobia, no big
deal.” She paced the elevator with
unsteady legs. “We need to get out of here.
Right now!”
“They said they would get us out as
soon as possible.”
His voice was calming underneath
the frenzy of emotions running through her.
Approaching her with caution, he grabbed
her arms, holding her steady, and captured
her gaze. “It’s going to be okay.”
She lost sense of everything around
her. A different type of disorientation
replaced the raging panic that came with
her fear of enclosed spaces. A butterfly-
inducing haze began the moment he came
into close proximity.
“Let me take that. You’re shaking.”
He grabbed the drink out of her hand and
placed it on the floor in the corner beside
his own. She hadn’t even noticed he’d put
his down.
She returned to pacing, her mind
racing. “This is no good, Becks. This isn’t
the way to start a new day. Not to mention
you finally get to talk to Mr. Sexy and
you’re acting like a crazy woman that just
escaped…”
He chuckled under his breath. Oh,
God! Did she say that out loud? Add
embarrassment to her list of symptoms.
What about mortification?
“Is there something I can do for
you?”
Sure. Two minutes ago she was
willing to lift her skirt and bend over for
him, but now she just wished she could be
somewhere else, anywhere else.
“Distract me.”
“Distract you?”
“Yeah.” She continued to wear out
the marble floor, his eyes following her
every move. “I just need to relax. If you
distract me, then I won’t have time to think
about where I am and what will happen.”
“I can do that.” He folded his arms
across his chiselled chest. “Mr. Sexy?”
She burst out laughing. “Sorry. I
just…I see you all the time, and you’re
very attractive. I’ve always wanted to tell
you how good that lime green is on you. It
suits