He waited for the elevator to come to the 5th floor. His life was a lot like the elevator; lots of ups and downs, but never seeming to go anywhere. The door opened, and there appeared the regular crowd: The cute girl who gets off on 9, the half mad guy from 11, the nice woman from 12; always said good morning to him. And then there was her. Tall, brunette, extremely classy, always on her phone, the Blackberry or her briefcase. She never seemed to look, never noticed how much he stared. She went up when he got off on 15. That meant she was with the investment firm that took up 16 and 17.
He entered the elevator, asked the cute girl to punch 15 for him. She smiled. Oh wow he thought, at least a smile today. The nice lady said hello and he answered back, the door closed and that imposing silence, the elevator silence, engulfed them. The beautiful lady was on the Blackberry today, probably texting some giant deal. Everyone got off at their respective floors and he was left with her. Then suddenly it happened.
She looked over at him, jotted something on a piece of paper and handed it to him. She spoke. "Here, this is my personal number. Please call at exactly 10 AM. I have meetings until then. I want to go to lunch with you."
The door opened on 15 and he stood there with the note in his hand. "Are you getting off on your floor or coming with me?" she asked.
My floor, she knows my floor he thought in amazement. He still had not spoken yet. He was in shock, could barely breathe, but he managed to squeak out the words: "Yeah getting off here, I promise I'll call, lunch of course."
She stopped the door from closing as he stood in the entry way looking at her. "Listen," she said, "you are very handsome. I have seen you in here every day. I like handsome men. Please call me."
He stood there even more dumbfounded. She had just called him handsome, and he was trying to fathom where this would lead. Her...she...lunch....the gorgeous woman from above....call her. His morning passed slowly. He did his work, robot-like, but without his brain. It was elsewhere. He tried keeping his mind off of her. He kept looking at his watch, the minutes were passing so slowly, but finally it was five till 10. Call now, no wait she said 10...his heart was racing...At 10:00:15 he picked up the phone and called...A woman answered, but it wasn't her voice.
"I was calling Ms...." he was cut off in mid-sentence. "She is expecting your call. I'll put you through said the voice."
"Hello," he said.
"Hi there" she answered.
"I'm calling about lunch," he managed to say.
"Well," she said, "this is a special lunch." "I am going to be very direct here. I want to make love to you," she said.
He dropped the phone, juggled it in mid-air. "Why yes, make love." he stammered.
"Shhh,"she said. "Let me explain. Please do this. Go the Stephen Austin Hotel, know it?"
"Of course," he said. It was just around the corner.
"Ask for the Concierge, his name is Stephen. Tell him that Ms. Mary has sent you. He will know. He will take you to a hotel room. You need to be there by 11:45, can you do that?"
"Yes," he said.
"Wait there for me. I'll explain more, promise. And trust me...what is your name?"
"Michael," he said.
"Michael, this is what I really want....I've seen you looking at me...I have been watching, believe me...and I want you. I'll see you then."
He hung up. He was dripping everywhere. He was sweating, his nose was running...why was that he thought?...he was dripping precum....He felt very warm all over.
One of his co-workers peaked in and looked. "Hey, you ok?" he asked.
"Oh I am fine. I need to take an early lunch today." "No problem." said his friend.
He left the office at 11:30, walked slowly to the hotel. He went in. He had never stayed there. He saw the sign for concierge. He walked over and said, "May I speak to Stephen?"
"That's me," the man said grinning.
"Ms. Mary sent me and said you would know..."
"Oh yes," he said. "I know, just follow me." He grabbed a key card from under his desk. "You are one hell of a lucky guy," he said.
"Yeah tell me."
