After a fun night dancing, the girl and her friend - well maybe more than a friend, as they did enjoy flirting, and they did have an unspoken chemistry in the air between them - the girl and her maybe-more-than friend step into the elevator and stand side by side, comfortable in each others silence, exhausted from their night out.
The elevator pings as the doors slide shut, and it shudders upwards a few floors. All of a sudden the upward motion grinds to a halt. The lights flicker and begin to die out. The girl realises to her horror that they are trapped in the elevator midway between two floors. Luckily they aren't in complete darkness, as a few of the lights remain on, but the last thing she wants is to be stuck in some stupid lift and inevitably have to wait for someone to come fix it. She just wants to get to bed. How long would this take? "This is just typical," she says, pissed off at being stuck in this predicament. She's ever so slightly scared the elevator would end up plummeting downwards to a horrific death - just like in her childhood nightmares - so she leans in sideways a bit closer to her friend, you know, just in case. The elevator seems pretty stable though, but it was very much stuck.
Fed up, she reaches forward to press the emergency buzzer and contact security. The guy also reaches forward, quickly grabbing her outstretched wrist and pulling it back before she can reach the buzzer. "Not yet," he says, "we don't have to contact them yet."
"Oh? Why's that?" She shoots him a sideward glance. He looks back at her with a glint in his eye which made her smile and look down, a bit flustered. He couldn't mean that, could he? They couldn't, could they? Not here, surely?
"What?" she asks, feeling a little lost. She can feel him staring at her. The silence is very loud now in the dimly lit elevator. He turns around so he's facing her straight on and steps towards her. Their bodies are almost touching now, she can feel the warmth of him. He puts two fingers under her chin and gently guides it up so she has to look at him.
He looks into her eyes. She knows that look - it's mischievous and full of desire. He smiles, softening the intensity of his stare and says: "I see the way you look at me when you think I can't see. I notice how your arms end up around me when we dance together. I see how you have to look away when our eyes meet when we share a cigarette outside the club. I know you want me, and I want you too."
She can feel her cheeks getting increasingly hotter. For once she doesn't know what to say. He leans in and kisses her, softly and slowly at first. He moves one hand to her hair and the other curls around her hip, pulling their bodies together, his chest against hers.
A slight gasp escapes her lips, and now her arms are around his neck and her hands are tangled in his hair and she's kissing back passionately.
Suddenly it doesn't feel so cold in the elevator. She tugs urgently at her coat and it falls to the floor - she doesn't care where - revealing her short black dress. From the look on his face, she can tell that seeing her in that dress, the one she's been tempting him with all night, makes him want her, right now. One hand moves to the back of her neck, one to her hips and, using his body weight, he forces her back up against the wall. He slides one of his legs between hers, and she can feel the weight of him pressing against her, trapping her with the force of his desire, that mischievous glint back in his eye.
