"Yeah, man." I open the rear door and help Nancy inside while I explain. "She's pretty wasted. Take her to Baker's Talent Agency. Don't go anywhere else."
"The one on Lovett Street?"
"That's the one."
"You got it."
Nancy giggles. "Bye, D! Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me 'cause I can't remember what it was."
"Good to know," I tell her as I shut the door. When I stand, I scan the area for the circling car and see it pulling into an empty spot one aisle over.
As the Uber pulls away, taking my plan of action to meet the terms of the trust fund my father left me, the only thought I have is 'the only easy day was yesterday.' When it takes the down ramp and vanishes out of sight, I lean against my corvette and breathe, scanning the area.
The parked car's door opens, and a pair of platform pumps at least eight inches worth of sassy in hot pink perfection gently touches the ground. Followed by the longest legs, my deprived mind has seen in years. Topped with a tush to die for, an hourglass waist, and a set of tits that make my mouth water, but the kicker is the long blonde hair that drapes her body like a curtain, teasing the eye with what lies behind it.
The exquisite creature walks with the grace of a model to the trunk of her car and removes a garment bag, giving me an image of her ass jacked up, ready to be taken from the rear. Then she walks to the elevator.
I push off my corvette and follow her. The twitching rhythm of her long stride swings her hair in a sexy beat, playing a melody that speaks straight to my soul. She takes her phone out of her purse, and looks at it, then rolls her eyes and shoves it back in. At the elevator, she leans forward to push the down button, and her ass cocks perfectly.
The elevator doors open, and she steps inside. When she turns around to select her floor, the light illuminates her face. She is exquisitely beautiful with an oval-shaped face, big almond-shaped eyes, a small straight nose, and perfect-sized lips. They aren't plumped, nor are they thin. Hmm, they are heart-shaped perfection.
She steps back as the doors close, and I inhale a deep breath as I slide my hand inside my jacket pocket to touch the five-carat diamond ring I intended to give my fake fiancée. I wonder ….
Chapter 2
Zella
As the elevator doors seal me inside, I take a deep breath and fight the claustrophobia that always rears its ugly head when I’m alone in an elevator. I tap my foot, waiting for the box to move, but it doesn’t. Looking at the panel, I double check that I pushed the third-floor button. I did. It’s illuminated, but I step up and push it again anyway, just to be sure.
I shift the garment bag containing the mannequin’s display of Cathy’s creation we are auctioning off tonight. Hoping it isn’t wrinkled too much. I wasn’t supposed to model it. I’m too old at twenty-four and too curvy, but the model we hired was puking in the bathroom and can’t do it. So, I’m up.
The lights flicker. KA-CHUNK! The elevator jolts, knocking me off balance. Then it drops five feet and jerks to a stop. I stagger to regain my footing and swallow the yelp that tried to escape. Then I rush over to the panel to push the tenth floor, and it illuminates, but the box doesn’t move.
I take more than a few deep breaths to calm myself, saying out loud. “I’m fine here. I’m not a child locked in a shed.”
But then the electricity goes off, and I’m thrown into total darkness. My heart tries to beat its way out of my chest, and I fight the urge to lose my shit and scream bloody murder, knowing that if I give the panic any life, I won’t recover, and I will have lost all my gains on my childhood fears.
I lick my lips and walk forward, reaching out, feeling for the door. The cold steel sends a shiver through me when I touch it, and a picture of a corpse flashes in my too vivid imagination. I lick my lips again and raise my voice, speaking aloud but not yelling. “IS ANYONE OUT THERE? I’M TRAPPED IN THE ELEVATOR!”
d’Artagnan
Fuck! The gorgeous girl is stuck in there.
I snatch my phone out of my pocket. Rushing toward the sound of her voice, I tell it, "Hey Siri, Torch on." The phone illuminates the area around me as I sprint to the elevator. As soon as I arrive, I respond to her, placing my hand on the cold steel, trying to touch her beyond the door. "Hey! I hear you. I know you are in there!"
"Oh, thank god!"
"Are you hurt?"
"No, I'm okay," she answers, but I can hear the edge of fear in her voice. "It's just pitch black in here…. My phone is dead."
"Okay. I'm going to get you out. Stay calm for me."
"Okay." She says, then adds, "I'll try."
"I need to find a wedge to push the doors apart so I can get my fingers in-between them." I tell her, "Standby."
"WAIT! DON'T GO!"
