Entering the elevator once the doors opened, Frankie couldn’t help feel a slight hitch in her breathing at the thought of being in an enclosed space with Elias. Her eyes took in his every feature, the thick brows, his full lips, sharp cheekbones. His smile was enough to drive her had, and it was even more infuriating that he was the one person who didn’t seem to want her back. As the doors closed around them, she gave him a smile, slightly more tense than it usually was. She felt like a teenager fawning over a schoolgirl crush.
The thought of her very recent breakup with Wesley put a flutter in her stomach. She didn’t want to think about him, not when Elias was standing right next to her. But when he spoke, she could almost detect a hint of flirtation in his voice that made her smile. “I bet there has been talk. And you’re interested in that kind of talk?” She teased him, red paint lips smirking at the boy. She let out a small laugh. “No, the sex wasn’t bad. But I just couldn’t stop thinking…” She said, stepping a bit closer to the boy. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about having sex with… other people.” She said, manicured hands reaching up to his bow tie to straighten it. “Hm. You smell good.”
“No, but would you prefer to bore me with details about the weather?” He challengingly quirked a brow, side-eyeing the doors of the elevator as they came to a synchronized close. Golden irises flickered over to daring chocolate ones, as she took a slow stride towards him. Elias thoughtfully chewed his bottom lip as Frankie tossed him a hint of a flirtatious smile. His eyes dropped down to study those tantalizing, painted lips. The things he would do to those lips. The raven-haired male tilted his head upwards at the sudden audacity of his company, which piqued him despite a lack of change in expression on his face. She was good, but he was better. Without much hesitation, Eli leaned forward into the brunette, reaching his left arm over her shoulder and splaying a hand against the cold surface of the elevator. Nimble thumb punched into the number four as an unspoken war between eyes remained. She smelled of expensive perfume and a dash of mint. Frankie looked a little different to him now than she did before. Perhaps it was the lighting, or maybe the fresh, panned in angle he was taking in of her. Or maybe, it was both. She seemed so fragile beneath him. Her complexion compared to a marble visage with the likes of the bust of Aphrodite, imperfect angle of a dim lightbulb giving off exaggerated shadows of those thick lashes. Elias couldn’t say he’d seen her like this before, his impatience was getting the best of him. Upon the slightest pull at his bowtie, Elias decided enough was enough.
second floor, third floor...
Right when Frankie tugged at Eli’s tie, in an almost cat-like movement, the male had grasped onto both dainty wrists with one much larger hand and pressed them into her front, pushing her bare back against the elevator with a muffled thud. His front merely grazed hers as her glossed lips now remained centimeters from his own. A hint of a smile tugged one side of his mouth upwards at her compliment. “I smell nicer with the tux off.”
A soft ding resounded in the elevator as they had reached the designated floor to the party. The wall of the elevator rumbled softly as the doors began to open. Elias dipped his head into where her jawline met her neck, voice going down into a callous whisper. “Oh, and don’t touch my tie.” He hovered against supple skin, fighting the overwhelming urge to mark it with his own teeth. The young man then pushed his torso off the shorter woman while releasing his grip on her tiny wrists. Teasing lips tossed a practiced poster-boy smile her way as expensive loafers promptly pivoted on heels and strolled past the open doors of the elevator.
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