It was early afternoon on a nice spring day. He needed to swing by the bank to place his updated Will in his safe-deposit box.
Entering through the front door, he saw her sitting at her desk. He knew full well that the proper etiquette was to approach the counter for assistance, but he wanted "her" to help him.
He approached her desk, "Hello, I would like to access my safe-deposit box, can you help me?" he asked innocently.
She had seen him in the branch, didn't know his name but knew there was an attraction. "Um, s-sure ... I can help with that," she said, biting her lower lip.
"I'll need to see your key and some I.D. first," she said.
Handing over his I.D. and holding up his key he said "And you are?"
"Me? Oh, sorry ... I'm Sarah. Let me show you to the vault," she replied.
He followed her into the vault where she produced her guard key. They inserted their respective keys, and opened the locked door.
"Follow me to the guest room, and you can open it there," she said to him, and he followed. She seemed nervous in his presence, why exactly was that? She didn't know.
They entered the little room where she said "Just let me know if you need anything, I'll be right outside" and turned to leave. "Wait" was all he said. She felt a shiver come over her, what was going on? How could one word have her so rattled?
She turned back to him and looked at him, but he said nothing.
He reached out to her and lightly cupped her face in his strong hand. She stood there, frozen to the spot. He took a small step towards her, closing the space between them, and with his other hand reached around and pushed the privacy door closed.
She didn't know what to do, cry out? Panic? Submit? Waves of heat came over her, his animal magnetism was overwhelming. She wanted to submit to him, right then and there.