What would you do if what you dreaded most became your unyielding coveted desire?
We kiss and all I can think about is him taking me right here right now! It's like he was reading my mind. He grabs my ass with both hands before he grabs the top of m...
Squealing like a teenage high school girl, exquisite pain radiating from my cheeks, heart swooning from his declaration, I stand in awe of this man. He apprehends my head to swirl in his deeds. He knows how to make a woman rhapsodize and experience the feel of floating on a cloud.
Seeking my phone in my oversized purse, I open up my screen to capture a selfie with the flowers to reciprocate appreciation.
Approximately 20 pictures later, I finally acquire one that is acceptable to send him stating, "I absolutely love the flowers and the note ... well let's just says my cheeks haven't stopped hurting." It's weird these feelings, the emotions he elicits, it's not my normal but I am relishing every moment of it.
Before long, its time for our conference. It amazes me how sluggish time is when craving to gaze at the one you lo ... want to see. Rendered motionless, I question myself. That can't be what I was about to say? I'd be fabricating the truth if I exclaimed I wasn't enthused to see him.
Grabbing my purse, laptop and files, shutting off the lights, sealing the door, I head to the elevator, grinning from ear to ear. Even Sharon can't annihilate the mood I'm in.
Waiting for the elevator, daydreams of Axle and I, in the future and what it could be prance like love story snapshots in my head. Would it still be vibrant rainbows and sizzling sunshine or would it sour into inevitable heartbreak and earth-shattering tears? I know nothing is eminent, but he's given me no reason to presume otherwise. His patience is saint- like with my antics, could this be how it is ... forever?
DING! The elevator captures my attention distracting me from my delightful illusionary thoughts. Doors peeling apart to reveal a tall, handsome man in a blue fitted suit with a light blue shirt to match his charismatic eyes. Supporting his angular face is not exactly a 5 o'clock shadow but just enough scruff to caress your skin and shiver.
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Eyes committing a crime, the double take, before he his lips stretch as I stumbled my way into the elevator. A deep voice sounds, "Going down?"
"No. Up actually." I swallow trying to focus on my meeting but damn this man is hot not Axle hot but I could see Jade or Amanda on his arm.
"It's going down."
"Oh crap!" Before I could rush out the door, they seal shut.
"I guess I'm here for the ride." What the, did I just say that? I hope he doesn't take it the way I heard it.
He chuckles, hands in his pockets, smiling from ear to ear, eyes on the unimpressive elevator floor. Damn it, yes he did. Great job Chloe! Awkward silence fills the air when his voice slices through, "I'm Elijah." Stretching his arm, steady hand out for a shake.
Not to be rude I shake his hand checking it for a ring, "I'm Chloe. It's nice to meet you."
The elevator pings to alert us we have reached his destination.
