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    The
high point of my work days lately was when I saw the gorgeous stranger every
morning.
    Late
this morning, I hurried through the lobby toward the elevators as fast as my
heels and decorum would allow. The dark haired man was like clockwork, arriving
at the elevator at 8:20am every day, and this morning proved no exception. I
jockeyed my way through the crowd until I stood close to the stranger but not
right beside him, then stared at the elevator doors pretending to ignore him. I
wasn’t playing a game, although sometimes it felt that way. Men this handsome always
stayed several steps outside my sphere of influence and even now as an adult
that hadn't changed.
    Didn't
mean a girl couldn’t dream.
    The
doors opened and I moved with the small crowd onto the elevator, making sure my
floor was pressed. The old building– or “historic” as some liked to say instead
– was renovated a few years back but they'd kept the older elevators. Smaller
and slower than its more modern iterations, the metal box nevertheless did its
job as it chugged its way up to the floors above.
    I
rearranged the large satchel in my arm, sliding a glance sideways and catching
his eye. Does he know I watch him? Flushing, I turned back to face
forward as the elevator opened to let another string of people off to their
floors. My stop was still eleven floors away where I did data entry as temp
work for Hamilton Industries. The company spanned several levels, but my small
cubicle and office was tucked away in a forgotten corner at the lowest level.
    I
loved the clean cut, suited look and the dark man was always impeccably dressed
in suits and ties that probably cost more than I made a month. Everything about
him screamed high society, far out of my leagues, but that didn’t stop my
fantasy life from including him. The handsome stranger was part of my dreams,
the face I saw when I closed my eyes for bed. As I'd had nothing between my
legs not run by batteries in well over a year, my fantasies were getting pretty
kinky. I took a moment to think about them now and a slow smile spread across
my face. It didn’t take much to get me going, but the image in my mind of being
pushed against a wall and ravaged... Oh yeah.
    Passengers
continued to disembark and as the elevator doors shut, I pulled myself out of
my reverie as I realized that, for the first time, I was actually alone with
the dark stranger. Clearing my throat nervously, I smoothed down the pencil
skirt with my free hand as the old elevator began its trek up to my work. Breathe,
Lucy, just breath. Desire curled in my belly, fueled by thoughts of all sorts
of naughty things in elevators. I wonder if this one has cameras...
    I
heard a faint rustle behind me, then a thick arm appeared beside me and pressed
a red button on the panel. Immediately the elevator ground to a halt and before
I could say anything twin arms appeared on either side of my head and a low
voice next to my ear murmured, "I see you on this elevator every morning.
Your doing I take it?"
    Shocked
into silence, I could only blink in wide-eyed confusion. Should I pinch
myself? Is this really happening?
    The
cool metal against my suddenly hard and sensitive nipples elicited a breathy
moan as I was pressed against the elevator doors by a hard body behind me. “What,”
I started, immediately forgetting whatever I was going to say as I felt his
hard length press against my hip.
    “I
can smell your arousal,” he growled, that low sexy voice making my stomach
tighten. “Every morning you get on this elevator and I can smell your need.”
One hand moved down and entwined with mine as he dipped his head toward my
neck. “What’s your name?”
    My
mind went blank for a moment, forgetting the simplest of answers. Oh God,
that voice is pure sex, I thought wildly, lifting my hands to brace against
the hard surface before me. It was low and had a lilt I couldn’t place, and my chest
grew tight with need. “Lucy,” I finally