*Angelina's POV*
The minute those elevator doors closed, I heave a sigh of relief. My lungs felt happy for the air even though it is humid and a little suffocating in here. Or maybe it is just me? I felt a little embarrassed by the interview. All efforts of acting professional were thrown through the window. The elevator suddenly stops at the third floor just when I thought I was going to escape this box. A man with cheerful hazel brown eyes and nerdy glasses nods at me before entering the elevator. I nod back with a small smile. He stands beside me and presses the lobby button which is so not necessary as it is already going down to the ground floor. I roll my eyes in some what of an annoyance. I watch as we passed each floor slower than I wanted. This is not the time for the world to slow down. It is absolutely ridiculous.
"Who are you?" He asks awkwardly, looking at me with a nervous smile. "I mean...It's the first I have seen you here,"This man was a stuttering mess, his glasses seems to be slipping off his nose and with a trembling hand, he unsuccessfully fixes it back. Beside from that, I realized he is rather a handsome man. If you ignore the fact that he was stuttering and he wore glasses, he is well built, had beautiful eyes and a cute dimple in his left cheek. The skin that show from his open top collar was slightly tan contrasting with his white pressed shirt. Again very much handsome, especially with raven black messy hair. I am not a girl to be very picky with men, but I always find black haired guys to be quite dashing for some unknown reason. He clears his throat and I realize we stop at the second floor and a woman came aboard as I stared at him.
"I have a feeling you guys don't get much visitors," I say politely.
"That is very much true," he replys finally taking off the damn glasses that seem to always be slipping off his nose. "So you are a visitor then?"
"Not exactly," I sigh not in the mood for much interrogation right now
"I'm a little nosy, am I?" He says matter of factly. No shit sherlock.
Before I can answer, the stainless steel doors parted open with a ding and I immediately step out.
"Later," I say flashing him a sweet smile, but hoping I will never see him again.
"Same to you," he says as we go our separate ways.
I see Blonde 1 from earlier. She gives me a sweet smile as she speaks in her desk phone. I grin back feeling as if we have become somewhat friends even in such a short time. I hope we meet again, just not here. I walk through the glass doors and immediately I am soak from head to toe. The feeling of my clothes sticking to my body is kind of uncomfortable, but the cold water feels more than awesome. I spin around as if I am a kid again playing in the rain with a silly imagination of being free and everything is okay. My equilibrium and train of thought slowly comes back making me take in a breath of fresh moist cool air. My hair sticks to my face and I must look like a wet soggy mess, but I don't care. I feel so free like I am a kid again or even better, a bird released from a cage for the first time. With my train of thought and equilibrium, my rational senses kick in. I must look very ridiculous, but it seems as if no one cares as they all scurry inside and outside under umbrellas. There is then a shiver running down my spine as I walk towards the car. Something like a magnetic force pulls my eyes up the skyscraper behind me. My eyes then miraculously sees him standing near a window which is definitely not his office window, looking right down at me. Our eyes are lock together as if drawn by some invisible chain. I can feel myself melting into a puddle right there. His eyes then breaks the connection of some sort to look me over and I suddenly feel extra self-conscious, but the worst thing yet, I feel myself soak where it should not be.
Holy Fuck!
What's wrong with me? Why can't I look away from this man? Aren't those windows tinted? I shouldn't be seeing him so clearly! But then, I don't mind one bit. I then feel another body clash into me almost knocking me off balance.
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Seventy Shades Of Steele
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