him.
“I won’t do that again,” he said, his voice commanding but also soothing.
His voice was layered with a confident control, the kind that left me feeling like I could close my eyes, hold him, and allow him to guide me anywhere he wanted.
Which was, in so many ways, exactly what I wanted…
I stepped forward and looked down, watching my feet cross the threshold of the elevator and watched as his black shoes came into view.
Jonathan Black didn’t speak again, or at least not until the elevators shut.
We were alone and I was his, long before he commanded it.
-2-
My eyes were up , watching the lights indicating what floor we were passing. I hoped the elevator wouldn’t stop and it didn’t, a little stroke of luck in my favor.
“What was the article you were reading?”
His voice caught me off guard and felt like an electric bolt in my body. I tried to turn my head to look at him but I suddenly felt unworthy of his time, words, or effort.
I simply waited, trying to picture the article.
What was it?
There was a woman… food… politics? No. Something about business. A lawsuit…
“I wasn’t really reading it,” I said, my voice quiet, shy, and on the verge of whimpering.
“I could tell,” Mr. Black said.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry? For what?”
“Disturbing your meeting,” I said. “I was there, in the way.”
Jonathan Black then turned towards me, his hands in his pockets, a dark stare down upon me. “If you were in the way I would have removed you myself, if need be.”
His hands were then out of his pockets, one hand reaching towards me, the other reaching towards the emergency stop on the elevator.
Was he going to stop the elevator?
No, he didn’t.
He put his finger just to the right of the button. He circled it a few times, distracting me while his other hand touched my hand. His fingertips on my skin was enough to send me into a rage, my body wanting to give way. My body wanting to give him everything.
“You’ve stood there a few times, haven’t you?” he asked me.
I nodded.
“I’ve noticed.”
Jonathan Black noticed me?
Did he remember me?
Did I appear to be some kind of freakish woman, stalking him?
I wasn’t stalking him… I was simply just waiting for him. I didn’t seek him out, it just so happened we worked in the same building.
That wasn’t that bad, right?
His fingers started to wrap around my hand. He pulled at me. I stutter stepped towards him, coming within inches of colliding into him. I wouldn’t have known what to do. Where to put my hands. What to say. This was all part of a fantasy I’d had for a long time now but to have it become reality…
Jonathan turned his hand and had his palm against mine. He lifted his hand and mine. He stared at it. I followed with my eyes too. My hand was nothing compared to his. His fingers were long and thick suggesting he had the capabilities of not just a strong handshake but other things .
I shuddered and felt myself breathing heavy.
I needed to calm down, I didn’t want to look like a fool in front of him.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, and our eyes met again.
The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.
Jonathan Black took his hand away and started to step from the elevator.
“That must be some article in that magazine,” he said.
Before I could speak, he pressed the number eight on the elevator panel, and was then gone. The doors shut and I was on the move, back down to where I belonged.
It wasn’t until the elevator came to a stop again did I realize something… how did he know what floor I worked on?
-3-
By the time I settled at my desk , another twenty minutes of the morning had gone by. My voicemail rested at a comfortable fifty messages even, meaning that would take up at least half my day. For the past two days, I casually snuck to my desk hoping I wouldn’t get caught showing up late.
“I won’t do that again,” he said, his voice commanding but also soothing.
His voice was layered with a confident control, the kind that left me feeling like I could close my eyes, hold him, and allow him to guide me anywhere he wanted.
Which was, in so many ways, exactly what I wanted…
I stepped forward and looked down, watching my feet cross the threshold of the elevator and watched as his black shoes came into view.
Jonathan Black didn’t speak again, or at least not until the elevators shut.
We were alone and I was his, long before he commanded it.
-2-
My eyes were up , watching the lights indicating what floor we were passing. I hoped the elevator wouldn’t stop and it didn’t, a little stroke of luck in my favor.
“What was the article you were reading?”
His voice caught me off guard and felt like an electric bolt in my body. I tried to turn my head to look at him but I suddenly felt unworthy of his time, words, or effort.
I simply waited, trying to picture the article.
What was it?
There was a woman… food… politics? No. Something about business. A lawsuit…
“I wasn’t really reading it,” I said, my voice quiet, shy, and on the verge of whimpering.
“I could tell,” Mr. Black said.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry? For what?”
“Disturbing your meeting,” I said. “I was there, in the way.”
Jonathan Black then turned towards me, his hands in his pockets, a dark stare down upon me. “If you were in the way I would have removed you myself, if need be.”
His hands were then out of his pockets, one hand reaching towards me, the other reaching towards the emergency stop on the elevator.
Was he going to stop the elevator?
No, he didn’t.
He put his finger just to the right of the button. He circled it a few times, distracting me while his other hand touched my hand. His fingertips on my skin was enough to send me into a rage, my body wanting to give way. My body wanting to give him everything.
“You’ve stood there a few times, haven’t you?” he asked me.
I nodded.
“I’ve noticed.”
Jonathan Black noticed me?
Did he remember me?
Did I appear to be some kind of freakish woman, stalking him?
I wasn’t stalking him… I was simply just waiting for him. I didn’t seek him out, it just so happened we worked in the same building.
That wasn’t that bad, right?
His fingers started to wrap around my hand. He pulled at me. I stutter stepped towards him, coming within inches of colliding into him. I wouldn’t have known what to do. Where to put my hands. What to say. This was all part of a fantasy I’d had for a long time now but to have it become reality…
Jonathan turned his hand and had his palm against mine. He lifted his hand and mine. He stared at it. I followed with my eyes too. My hand was nothing compared to his. His fingers were long and thick suggesting he had the capabilities of not just a strong handshake but other things .
I shuddered and felt myself breathing heavy.
I needed to calm down, I didn’t want to look like a fool in front of him.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, and our eyes met again.
The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.
Jonathan Black took his hand away and started to step from the elevator.
“That must be some article in that magazine,” he said.
Before I could speak, he pressed the number eight on the elevator panel, and was then gone. The doors shut and I was on the move, back down to where I belonged.
It wasn’t until the elevator came to a stop again did I realize something… how did he know what floor I worked on?
-3-
By the time I settled at my desk , another twenty minutes of the morning had gone by. My voicemail rested at a comfortable fifty messages even, meaning that would take up at least half my day. For the past two days, I casually snuck to my desk hoping I wouldn’t get caught showing up late.
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