I was super early and I hated being early to work because I usually had to answer the phones until one of the secretaries showed up. I despised having to be polite and cheery so early in the morning.
I'd been up for hours the night before, heavy thoughts keeping from getting any sleep. I was wide awake when my alarm went off. I hit the off button and sat up in bed. I threw off my covers like I wished I could throw thoughts of what's his name from my mind. Ever since I'd laid eyes on him a few weeks ago my internal balance had been thrown completely off.
As I got out of my car I checked my watch once again, as if I expected the time to have moved along at super speed in the last five minutes. Opening the heavy glass door to the front of the building I worked in I walked into the air conditioned place sighing heavily, and probably a little dramatically. I decided with little deliberation to take the long way through the corridor and around towards the elevators on the opposite side of the building. Yeah that should eat up maybe five more minutes, at the most.
Just as I was about to slide into one of the back elevators my eyes widened on the male that I saw coming down the hall towards me. Unfuckingbelievable! He looked like a million bucks in his black on black Jay Kos suit and tie that would look redundant on a lesser male, but that on him screamed fuck me now.
I didn't need to stick around and look into his eyes for the picture to be complete. I already knew only too well that his eyes were more silver than grey and were wholly predatory. It was; after all, his eyes that had enraptured me in the first place, all those years ago.
Today, however, I was in no position to be having thoughts about him and I also had no intention of stopping to engage him in one of even the shortest conversations on Earth. I was only too happy as the elevator began to close with me on the inside saving me from having to look at him further.
The silver eyed predator, or Dorian as he is sometimes called, had his way with just about everything though. Just before the doors could fully close his Martian Braun covered wrist slid through the narrowing space reopening the doors so that he could step inside with me, the two of us alone. I quickly moved over to the furthest corner of the elevator, away from him.
His response was to smile at me. His smile was devastating even as it was more of a smirk than anything. I fumed, wanting to just throw something at him. I absolutely hated this bastard. At least that's what I told myself as I turned away from him while he pushed the button to his floor.
"Which floor?" he asked me. His voice was rough, commanding.
I could barely get it out with my teeth clamped shut but I managed to tell him. My only other option would have been to walk past him to hit the button myself.
His cologne already filled the air in the now too tiny box making it hard for me to breathe. I tried holding my breath rather than acknowledging the effect that it was having on me. There was no way I was moving closer to him. I asked myself why the fuck he always had to smell so damn sexy. And how could anyone smell sexy? I exhaled figuring my brain needing oxygen was the reason for my crazy and highly inappropriate thoughts.
Dorian, as opposed to me, seemed calm, even sane this morning, but with Dorian you could never really tell. Before I could even finish the thought I was having he had pinned me up against the back wall of the elevator rubbing his hard dick up against me through his slacks.
His mouth was a breath away from my own.
"When I got onto the elevator and sat my briefcase down, our hands touched and you snatched yours away" he accused me.
"So what" I asserted. As a matter of fact that was nothing less than self preservation, I added mentally.
He'd already been holding my hands captive above my head but after I made this response to him he tightened his grip.
"So I can't touch you anymore?" he demanded.
His voice resonated with resentment.
The ring on my left hand should have affirmed that the answer was no anyway, but he wasn't paying attention to anything except how his fingers were stroking my nipples through my top, making me light headed with arousal.
"I'm married" I hissed, angry at the sparks a simple touch from him invoked in me, although it wasn't like he didn't know this already.
"You need to stop" I expressed adamantly to him, but maybe unconvincingly judging by the wetness already dampening my panties and the breathlessness of my voice.
"Oh I beg to differ" he growled. He let go of me and walked over to hit the emergency stop button. The elevator jerked to a sudden halt.
"Are you crazy?" I yelled at him.
He recoiled in a mocking manner and then grinning asked me, "Why do I look it?"
The smug grin on his face had me wanting to slap it right off.
