The Only One(5)

By: Melissa Ellen

As I made it through the revolving door of the massive glass and steel building I was entering, my phone chimed with a new text. I pulled it out, rushing to the elevator bank, expecting it to be Tom responding. Instead, it was Joce letting me know the time and place for drinks. I started to text her a response, running smack into a hard figure, sending my phone to the ground.

“Crap, I’m so sorry!” I apologized, lowering my eyes to the gentleman that had already bent down to kindly retrieve my phone. I halted. Unable to continue my apology. Stunned silent as I saw the head and broad, muscular shoulders crouched below me. My heart dropped to my stomach. My lungs tightened in my chest. He stood back up with his smile that dripped sex-appeal.

“Ava,” Rhett replied smoothly, handing my phone to me, smiling with his beautiful blue eyes that reminded me of the Pacific Ocean. I stood there paralyzed, unable to move or speak. His voice rendering me incapable of anything.

“We really have to stop meeting this way,” he teased.

I had no words as emotions bombarded me. I broke our eye contact, looking at my phone. I took it from him carefully, so that our hands didn’t touch. I knew if I touched him, this would be a losing battle for me. And I intended to win. I heard the elevator ding to open, and I thanked God for the escape.

“Excuse me,” I said flatly, side-stepping around him, keeping my distance. I rushed into the elevator, repeatedly pushing the button, pleading the doors to close faster. Just as they started to close, a masculine hand stopped them, pushing them back open as he stepped into the elevator with me. Damn it. Just like the highway Gods, the elevator Gods were against me. And apparently, Rhett was determined to follow me.

I scooted to the other side of the elevator, trying to put as much space between us as you could in a claustrophobic six foot by six foot box. But he moved to stand next to me where I could smell his sinfully good fragrance. I stepped backwards towards the rear of the elevator to regain some much needed space. He followed me like we were doing a square dance.

I moved forward trying to once again get away from him. Before he could follow me, I turned around, glaring at him. “Stop it,” I scorned, pointedly before facing forward, careful not to look at him for too long.

“Stop what?” I could hear the smirking in his voice from behind me.

“You know damn well what,” I didn’t bother explaining. He has always known the effect he had on me, especially when we touched.

I watched the numbers light up as we ascended into the sky, praying for the dreadful elevator to go faster. I could feel his eyes on me, and I suddenly wished I hadn’t chosen to wear my sheer cream blouse and form fitting, pale pink, pencil skirt that hugged all my curves.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, we stopped halfway up to my destination. The elevator doors opened and a crowd of people got on, cramping the elevator just enough that there was only inches between everyone. I attempted moving to the side, hoping that the others would help be a barrier between us. Unfortunately, Rhett used the opportunity to move right behind me, so his front was to my back.

I stood rigid with my hands to my side, praying he wouldn’t touch me. The elevator doors closed, and I felt the intense magnetic energy pulling between us. He lightly brushed the tips of his fingers with mine. That was all it took for the electric shock to course through my body, bringing every nerve alive.

I held my breath and closed my eyes hoping, somehow, that would be enough to fight him away. As if knowing what I was doing, he leaned forward putting his lips near my ear where I could feel his warm breath.

“Breathe, Ava,” he whispered.

My knees weakened. I didn’t know if it was from him or the fact I was holding my breath. I let out the air I was holding in, trying to regain my strength. The elevators opened and closed a few more times as the other people made their way off the elevator, leaving us by ourselves, once again.

Before I could step away from him, he turned us, pinning me against the elevator wall. His arms on each side of me, caging me in. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t have to. I felt the heat radiating from his body. He looked down into my eyes as we breathed each other’s air.