"Sir?" Tom and I both turned our attention to the speaker above the panel full of buttons indicating for each floor in the building. Not letting go of my hips, he gritted his teeth and replied.
"Yes?" His voice came out clipped and controlled.
"Your elevator seems to have stopped. We're looking to repair it as we speak." The man speaking through the speakers voice shook as if he was standing in the very cart we were in and Tom was looking down at him with the same burning gaze he was currently fixating his eyes on me.
"No need to rush." Tom backed away, hand rubbing harshly against his jaw. It must have dawned on him that through the security cameras located in every corner of the elevator was am overweight, balding and low self-esteemed middle aged man looking at both of us interact in the cramped space. I breathed for the first time inside the elevator, back still pressed against the cool metal walls. Reaching across my body, he jabbed the button causing the cart to give a stuttering jolt before the elevator presumed its normal course of route.
"It seems to be working now." The man added dumbly.
"Yes, thank you. I've realized that." Rolling his eyes, Tom turned his attention back to me, adding quietly. "When we are..." He took my hand, kissing my knuckles while still keeping his eyes locked on mine. "In private...You will be mine and all mine." Just then the heavy steel doors parted to an empty floor. Leaving me standing there with my mouth slightly hanging open, he walked out and turned around to give me his signature wicked grin that reassured me everything he had just promised he fully intended to carry out. I gulped when the doors closed, hands gripping for the side railings to steady myself. My knees were still wobbling by the time I reached ground floor. As soon as the doors opened, I pushed past the masses of people cluttering by the banks of elevators and rushed towards the main revolving entrance doors. The sun hit my eyes, blinding me completely for a few seconds before a giant gust of welcoming cool air blew its weight against my body.
I breathed deeply, completely shaken at the thought that a man like him would ever want anything to do with me let alone sexually.
I stayed late that night. I was sweating bullets every time the bell above the elevator would ping—alerting a new guest—as I was afraid he would swing by my office and corner me, demanding for me. With the possibility of him dropping by any second, my mind ran off to faraway places, wondering about whether if he felt the same buzzing electricity passing between us whenever we were near or what else was he willing to do if I avoided him any further. By the time five o'clock had come around, everyone had already packed their bags and left, happy to return home to their loved ones who were probably waiting for them. Upon leaving, Alfred had stopped by my desk, a sympathetic expression on his face as he fiddled with the tie around his neck.
"Here." I stood up from my chair, leaned over and tried to undo the tight knot someone must have done for him this morning.
"Thank you." Alfred blushed; looking down at the pattern of his tie like it was the bane of his existence. "My daughter bought this for me for my birthday and insisted on tying it for me this morning. She's fourteen. She thinks she's going to be some major fashion designer when she grows up." He shrugged a small smile on his lips. "What's a father to do but support his children?"
"Right." I twirled my pen awkwardly between my fingers, not sure what to say. Growing up, I never had a father figure to love me like the way I was sure Alfred loved her daughter. It was just me and my mother. I looked down at the staggering pile of files that have yet been filed due to being distracted by a certain someone who had mesmerizing blue eyes and the softest lips I've ever kissed unable to meet my boss's chocolate brown eyes.
"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider the position?" Alfred asked timidly, gentler now, breaking through my thoughts. "I only want the best for you but if you're comfortable..."
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Tall, Dark and Handsome
RomanceTwenty four year old Amelia Hart has never had a boyfriend before. Not wanting to step outside of her comfort zone, she rarely starts conversations with the opposite sex and makes little to no effort in correcting her single status. However, what sh...