The elevator stops on my floor, and I sprint to my apartment, 9A, at the end.
Stuffing my grocery bags in the refrigerator, I rush right back out, hoping to get back down to the lobby before the stud leaves.
Pressing the down button, I wait impatiently.As soon as the doors open, I slip through the gap and push the close door button twice to force the doors closed.
I ride down, standing in front of the gap, ready to exit as soon as there is enough space.
When the elevator bounces to a stop, the phone alarm I set the day before and forgot to turn off blasts the confined space with "When I Grow Up" by The Pussycat Dolls.
"Shit!"
As the doors slide open, I stretch my torso and shove my hand deep into my front pocket.Trying to pull it out as I step through the gap proves to be a mistake.I stub my toe and stumble, snatching the phone clear of my pocket and losing my grip on it.
As it sails away with the song blasting the entire lobby, I stagger and flail until I regain my footing, somehow managing not to bust my ass.
I walk to my phone and bend over to pick it up.As my fingers grasp it, the weight of my thick mane shifts, and the clip that tamed its mass slips.Reaching up, I release it, and my long hair engulfs my face.
Out of habit, I flip it up and over my head as I roll up with the flare of the stripper I am.
The song is almost over when I finally turn the music off.
"Yeah!Yeah!Yeah!Everyone knows I am all grown up."
Squaring my shoulders, I turn toward the office, but the step I was about to make, balks.
The stud is leaning on the threshold of the door, completely relaxed, watching me with a sexy as fuck smirk.
Oh … Holy Hades!
My heart and my breath collide in my throat.
My view shrinks.
The rest of the world falls away.
Our eyes lock.
But this time, there are no elevator doors to interrupt the connection.
This time, I stare openly into the most intense gaze on the most handsome face of the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on and witness his beautiful face smile.
SWEET ZEUS!He looks like a Golden God!
My abs tighten, and my Kegel muscles flex so hard they lurch.It feels like I did a backflip off the high dive, and my phone slips out of my fingers.
His smile turns to a smirking grin as he pushes off the wall and takes a step toward me.His eyes ...boring into mine.
Rooted to the spot, captivated by his manliness, embarrassed by my response, a shy smile spreads slowly over my blushing face.
"Hi."His voice is deep and sends shivers through me.
"Hi."My breathy voice responds.
Just then, Mrs.Smith comes bustling out of the office, and the golden god stops advancing but doesn't release my eyes.
As soon as she sees me, she asks, "Miss Wright, do you mind waiting a bit?This young man wants to see the available apartment."
I respond with the only word that forms in my mind, and it comes out barely above a whisper, "Perfect."
