The Elevator

He wasn’t tall dark and handsome by any means. But something about him was painstakingly attractive. The way he slid his body in between the elevator doors before they closed on him, was like he just made it through a portal into another dimension that would be gone forever had he not made it in time. It was a distraction from the fact that she should have been a little bit on guard about a guy running into an elevator with her while she was in there alone. But she wasn’t. She was for some reason intrigued by his stealth. He paid no attention to her as he pressed his floor and stepped back against the wall. Straight ahead he stared at the doors as they closed.

DING…DING…DING…the chimes rang as they began to pass each floor.

She looked in his direction only with her eyes, careful to avoid moving her head. Quick survey: cranberry color suede ankle boots, could be Cole Haan. Black chinos and rust-colored oxford with the same cranberry color detailing to match his shoes. They appeared to have been made specifically for his body. Clean. He filled the space with a masculine apple and bergamot aroma that felt like it was giving a contact high. As her glance reached his chest, she slowly began to raise her head to get a better look just in time for him to catch her gaze. She was stunned. She didn’t know which eye to focus her attention on, the chestnut one or the hazel one. They were equally mesmerizing. So much so, she barely noticed the seduction in his crooked smile.

DING…DING…DING…the chimes almost matched the rhythm of the drips between her legs…