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and obviously gainfully employed.
Tomorrow I shoot Brecken… and Sunday I shoot Jordan. Hopefully I can secure a date for Autumn this weekend! And then let the games truly begin, I thought with a smile.
Glancing at the clock, I realized I’d been off the clock for forty minutes. Taking one last look at my email, I saw there was a message from Meghan telling me she had to head out early.
Wow, I must have been in the zone, I thought as I gathered everything I needed for the Friday morning photo shoot. I packed my camera bag and tote and shut down my computer. I walked down the hall and realized most of the offices were dark. The people who were still hanging around were in The Pit.
Hitting th e elevator button, I adjusted my camera bag on my shoulder and pushed my tote further up on my forearm. With my back to the office, my thoughts were consumed with this mystery date. What am I going to wear on my date? The black strapless dress or the black romper or—. My thoughts trailed off as the door slid open.
Wearing a grey suit with a light blue dress shirt that matched his eyes, he stood with his hands in his pockets looking at his matte black shoes. When his eyes shifted to me, I felt my entire body heat up. And finally, when our eyes met, my heart stopped before hammering in my chest.
What is happening? I’m Summer Skye Wilson. I don’t get nervous around men . Even though I haven’t officially met him or talked to him, Mr. Ford is just a man…granted, he is a sexy, well dressed mystery man… but a man nonetheless. Nothing to be nervous about. Walk into the elevator, I thought as the elevator doors began to shut. Without breaking our eye contact, he leaned forward and hit a button, reopening the doors.
“Are you coming?” he asked as the doors opened back up. It was the first time I’d ever heard his voice. It was rich and velvety and I instantly felt a tension between my thighs.
Am I coming? I repeated his question in my mind as I was jolted from our trance. Is he trying to turn me on?
Shaking my head to clear it of the sexually charged thoughts, I walked into the elevator car. “Thanks,” I s aid softly, hoping the vivid mental image that was starting to formulate in my mind wasn’t apparent on my face or in my voice. Trying to readjust my camera bag on my shoulder as I turned around to face the doors, I bumped him—hard.
“Oh no! I’m sorry,” I apologized quickly.
I tried not to notice that th e heavy bag knocked into him, yet his muscular frame barely moved. He just looked at me for a second before responding. “Apology accepted.”
I should’ve been embarrassed, but instead, I was incredibly horny and off my game in his presence. The silence as we descended the floors increased the tension in the small space. My first instinct was to flirt to break the silence; however, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’ve never been shy but I was smart enough to know when my brain had turned itself off. Conversation, flirtatious or otherwise, would not go well with the Greek god that was sharing my air supply. The smell of his cologne was suffocating me and turning me into a horny, inarticulate, clumsy person. Just don’t say anything. Don’t say anything. Don’t say anything, I chanted to myself.
“So…” I trailed off as I continued to stare straight ahead , watching the numbers decrease as we traveled to the ground floor. “You work in the building?”
At least you didn’t ask him what kind of cologne he’s wearing, I thought in semi-celebration and borderline pride that I hadn’t one-hundred percent embarrassed myself.
I could feel him looking at me and I did not want to look ba ck. “Yes,” he responded, and just the sound of his voice sent shivers down my spine.
Not knowing what to say or do next, I just smiled and nod ded while staring at the light that indicated what floor we were passing. I started humming the song that had been on repeat in my office all afternoon,
Tomorrow I shoot Brecken… and Sunday I shoot Jordan. Hopefully I can secure a date for Autumn this weekend! And then let the games truly begin, I thought with a smile.
Glancing at the clock, I realized I’d been off the clock for forty minutes. Taking one last look at my email, I saw there was a message from Meghan telling me she had to head out early.
Wow, I must have been in the zone, I thought as I gathered everything I needed for the Friday morning photo shoot. I packed my camera bag and tote and shut down my computer. I walked down the hall and realized most of the offices were dark. The people who were still hanging around were in The Pit.
Hitting th e elevator button, I adjusted my camera bag on my shoulder and pushed my tote further up on my forearm. With my back to the office, my thoughts were consumed with this mystery date. What am I going to wear on my date? The black strapless dress or the black romper or—. My thoughts trailed off as the door slid open.
Wearing a grey suit with a light blue dress shirt that matched his eyes, he stood with his hands in his pockets looking at his matte black shoes. When his eyes shifted to me, I felt my entire body heat up. And finally, when our eyes met, my heart stopped before hammering in my chest.
What is happening? I’m Summer Skye Wilson. I don’t get nervous around men . Even though I haven’t officially met him or talked to him, Mr. Ford is just a man…granted, he is a sexy, well dressed mystery man… but a man nonetheless. Nothing to be nervous about. Walk into the elevator, I thought as the elevator doors began to shut. Without breaking our eye contact, he leaned forward and hit a button, reopening the doors.
“Are you coming?” he asked as the doors opened back up. It was the first time I’d ever heard his voice. It was rich and velvety and I instantly felt a tension between my thighs.
Am I coming? I repeated his question in my mind as I was jolted from our trance. Is he trying to turn me on?
Shaking my head to clear it of the sexually charged thoughts, I walked into the elevator car. “Thanks,” I s aid softly, hoping the vivid mental image that was starting to formulate in my mind wasn’t apparent on my face or in my voice. Trying to readjust my camera bag on my shoulder as I turned around to face the doors, I bumped him—hard.
“Oh no! I’m sorry,” I apologized quickly.
I tried not to notice that th e heavy bag knocked into him, yet his muscular frame barely moved. He just looked at me for a second before responding. “Apology accepted.”
I should’ve been embarrassed, but instead, I was incredibly horny and off my game in his presence. The silence as we descended the floors increased the tension in the small space. My first instinct was to flirt to break the silence; however, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’ve never been shy but I was smart enough to know when my brain had turned itself off. Conversation, flirtatious or otherwise, would not go well with the Greek god that was sharing my air supply. The smell of his cologne was suffocating me and turning me into a horny, inarticulate, clumsy person. Just don’t say anything. Don’t say anything. Don’t say anything, I chanted to myself.
“So…” I trailed off as I continued to stare straight ahead , watching the numbers decrease as we traveled to the ground floor. “You work in the building?”
At least you didn’t ask him what kind of cologne he’s wearing, I thought in semi-celebration and borderline pride that I hadn’t one-hundred percent embarrassed myself.
I could feel him looking at me and I did not want to look ba ck. “Yes,” he responded, and just the sound of his voice sent shivers down my spine.
Not knowing what to say or do next, I just smiled and nod ded while staring at the light that indicated what floor we were passing. I started humming the song that had been on repeat in my office all afternoon,
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