SEDUCTION

2

I calmly wait to get off the elevator, until I reach the ground floor it is already super crowded and it seems my calm disappears slowly, I raise my hand and remove a strand of hair ... I smile to myself ... Always when I'm stressed I work with hair, my mother always managed to read me. I gently bite my lower lip and quickly remove the thought. There's no point in giving him a thought, he doesn't deserve it. When the elevator stops and the doors open for a moment, I close my eyes and take a breath of fresh air. My thoughts fly to the meeting I am going to attend ... I hope he is not one of those clients who just watch ... After so long in which I did not work my account is almost zero ... I would need a commission , I hope to start right. I open the doors that separate the hall of the block where I work from the imposing steps that lie at its base. I go out into the street and start looking around, I arrive on time, I look at my watch, then I take my mobile phone out of my bag and check the time. Yes ... Punctual. I have no missed calls. I slowly descend the steps and wait to see Mr. Sexy Voice ... I wake up smiling alone ... If he turns out to be an old man ... fat and bald. The thought makes me feel good instantly, so I certainly wouldn't have any difficulties. Once at the bottom of the stairs, I decide to climb it. I pick up the phone, and in a moment of inattention it slips out of my hand and falls on the cement.

- Fuck! - I see parts of my cell phone scattered around me. The crowd on the side of the road avoids me, and a guy even looks at me nervously ... I guess I'm standing in his way. "I can't believe this is happening to me ..." I say as I bend over and try to retrieve the pieces from the floor.

Suddenly my eyes look at a pair of perfectly polished black leather shoes, covered by a pair of black cloth pants ... Great, I think, now I need to draw attention to the fact that I confuse traffic. As the guy doesn't move, I look up slightly.

Instantly my lips part and open loudly. Her eyes search him from the bottom up. Black leather shoes, complete with a black two-piece suit, with the open jacket under which you can see a black T-shirt slightly molded over the chest. I swallow hard ... I completely forget that I'm practically on my knees in front of him. I feel unable to move. I know I have to get the battery of my phone, which by an irony of fate is right between his legs. I can't move my body, my eyes are fixed on his face, his black hair fits his face perfectly. After I see her lips sketch a slight smile, almost unnoticed, I look up at the greenest eyes I've ever seen in my life. Maybe the reflection of my dress makes them so intensely colorful ... I get completely lost in them. It was as if in a moment of lucidity, very short in fact, he was touching the cement in the hope of recovering the phone's battery quickly. I am vaguely aware that I am performing this movement without taking my eyes off his. She probably noticed that I was no longer in control of my body as she slowly leaned toward me. He squats after slightly lifting his pants to be able to he squatted with his knees slightly apart, leaning on the left elbow of his left foot. Without losing eye contact, he takes my phone battery. I feel my mouth dry, and instinctively gently pull out the tip of my tongue to wet my lips and then swallow hard. He places his palm over my hand and gently lifts me to my feet. Wrong movement ... the next moment I feel my knees soften and I can no longer support my body weight. I stagger and at one point I see myself clinging to his chest, supporting me with my arm wrapped around my waist. I gasp and try to recover. Maybe he thinks I'm crazy. He looks at me intently with slightly narrowed eyes, perhaps puzzled by my totally inappropriate, illogical, and stupid behavior. I take a deep breath, put my hands on his chest and pull him away slightly, rather I take a step back leaning on him I would say.

- I'm sorry ...- my voice sounds strange, I don't recognize it either, it's barely audible and the stranger doesn't seem to have heard me. But he pulls his hand around my waist, sliding lightly along my hand, the touch is electrifying. He takes my hand in his palm and for a split second moves his wrist over my wrist. Then he looks me in the eye again, his gaze is cold, distant.