She knew very little about him, they worked in the same building but not on the same floor. All that she heard was the gossip, he was ruthless, had a temper and did not take no for an answer. They had crossed paths occasionally, in the elevator, the coffee shop down stairs and she had passed his office a few times on her way to see a friend who worked on his floor. She was shy but her mind raced and she doubted herself often. The last two times that she had passed his office she felt tingles down her spine, looked to the floor and covered the side of her face with her hair, she could have sworn he was looking at her, but she tried to convince herself that she didnât feel his eyes on her flesh. That experience alone made her heart beat faster and she had to stop and take a few breaths like she had been taught in yoga.
The times they had passed each other in the hall way he had always greeted her with a good morning or a good afternoon and a half grin. She would greet him accordingly and then blush every time, hoping that he hadnât noticed. âOf course he noticed! He is exactly the type of man that would notice.â Her mind raced. She was shy, had built up ideas and concepts of him in her head but was always too afraid to ask anybody about him. Perhaps she preferred the constructed version of him, perhaps she wanted him to destroy everything she imagined about him.
She left the office late one night, perhaps it had something to do with the fact that she knew he was usually the last one to leave the building. She waited at the elevator for the doors to open, bumbling through her bag for her glasses and car keys⊠âAre you getting on anytime soon?â the voice startled her, it was him holding the door open for her with that half-grin. She apologized and got in. Flustered and a little out of breath, still fumbling through her bag, she felt his eyes on her again, too scared to look at him she mumbled âHave you had a good day?â He pulled her chin up so that their eyes could connect âI prefer to make eye contact when I talk to someone Rachel.â She blushed âHow do you know my name?â again that half-grin âI found out what your name was the first day I saw you.â It annoyed her and excited her how calm he was. âDid you know, that this elevator is the oldest part of the building?â She shook her head, this time trying to keep eye contact. âThey salvaged it from an old building from the 1900âs, rumour has it that it was a hotel where most of the cities escorts would meet their clientsâ. She looked at the walls, trying not to blush even more, the bronze roof, the old buttons⊠he didnât take his eyes off her. âCan you imagine the things that have happened in this elevatorâ his voice never sped up, he was so calm. She let out a giggle and covered her mouth. His half-grin broadened as he continued staring at her⊠âWhat are you doing tomorrow night?â he asked. âUmmmâ her eyes widened âI donât⊠I havenât⊠I am not sureâ she stuttered. âSo youâre freeâ he smiled. âMeet me at the pub across the road, 7:30pm, there is something I want to talk to you aboutâ She couldnât hide her bright red cheeks, she had her hand on her neck to try cover up the red patches forming âIs it an interview?â she asked. He brushed the hair from her face âOf sortsâ he said âBy the way, Iâm Jasonâ. She scrambled for a comeback⊠âBut what should I wear?â He smiled again⊠âTwo weeks ago you wore a white summer dress with red heels, go with thatâ the doors opened and he said goodnight. The doors closed and she just stood there, trying to catch her breath again⊠before composing herself and remembering that she was meant to get off on the same floor.
The next day she didnât see him, she had found excuses to go see her friend on his floor but he wasnât in his office. She had found reasons to take the elevator 5 times but still nothing. The day was dragging and she needed to constantly remind herself to breathe.
At 7:20pm she was waiting outside the pub, in the white summer dress and red heels like he had asked. 7:21, 7:24, 7:28, 7:31. She was getting cold⊠7:35. She felt a jacket pulled over her shoulders and then, that calm voice âWe wouldnât want you getting cold now would weâ she turned and remembered to make eye contact âI have been waiting for you. Shall we go inside?â everything about him was calm and warm and pleasant; the way he spoke, the tone in his voice, the colour in his eyes and the way he placed his hand on her back as he led her into the pub. They sat down in the booth at the back of the bar, her mind was racing and she managed to pluck up the courage to ask âSo what did you want to talk to me about? You said this was some kind of interview?â he placed his hand on her wrist âBreathe Rachel. What do you want to drink?â She exhaled finally âA martini pleaseâ. He ordered the drinks and then removed his hand from her wrist, she trailed her fingers along her wrist as his touch still lingered.
âThis is an interview of sort, but things will become clearer as we goâ he explained âBut first tell me about youâ. She couldnât stop talking; about where she lived about the weather and the trees on her streets about her last date, about her favourite colour and music and her last appointment to the doctor and about how she sometimes felt invisibleâŠ. He stopped her âYou are not invisibleâ his voice still calm. She giggled âYeah rightâ. He took her wrist again âWhy do I know that you wore this dress two weeks agoâ. âWhy do I know that you leave work early on a Monday and Thursday to do yogaâ She was speechless. âYouâre anything but invisible Rachel, ok?â She nodded in agreement. âGood girlâ he said softly. With those two words she felt her stomach turn inside out, she felt shivers and her thighs tightened. She hoped he hadnât noticed, but of course he had, he was looking right at her and she knew he was exactly the type of man to notice her body react to the words he said.
She continued talking about yoga, family, friends, her favourite animals, office politics and she couldnât even keep track of all the things she had told him. He sat there patiently and listened for the most part. But every now and then he would stop her, he wouldnât say a lot when he did, but when he spoke he would tell her the most beautiful things, making her smile and blush. Every time she put herself down he would speak; âYou have a beautiful smile Rachelâ or âI could listen to you talk all nightâ and âYour skin looks lovely in this lightâ.
It started raining as they left the bar so he opened his umbrella and they walked down the road together. âI actually need to go that wayâ she pointed. âNo, you need to come this wayâ he smiled. âI have listened to you talk all night and I donât think you realize how lovely you areâ she stopped and he walked on a bit, unknowingly leaving her in the rain. He turned around âRachel, get back under this umbrellaâ she did as she was told. âGood girlâ he responded, pulling her closer. With that she dropped her handbag, she tried to lean down and pick it up but he pulled her in. âListen to me very carefullyâ His hand on her lower back, his lips to her ear. âYour lips curve to the right when youâre nervous, you get red marks on your neck when you are aroused, you twitch your thighs every time I ask you a question and your nipples go hard whenever I touch you.â He turned her around and stood behind her âMy car is right hereâ His hand trailed down her side and under her dress tickling her thigh, his chin rested on her shoulder. âI am going to open this door and you can decide if you want to get in or notâ she inhaled âI want to take you away from all of this for a nightâ. She turned to face him âWhere?â he wasnât smiling now âTo a place where you will not feel invisible. To a place where you will feel like the only person.â He never broke eye contact
âI am going to remind you how beautiful you are, how sexy you are, how desirable you are. I am going to show you what my hands can do on your body, what my lips can do on your skin, what my tongue can do on your nipples and thighs and clit. You are going to remember what your moans sound like. I am going to explore your body, slowlyâ His hand slid under her dress, tickling the side of her thigh. âI am going to discover all the ways to make you cum, to make you scream, to make you call my name. I am going to show you what it means to be desired for, hungered for⊠what it feels like to be devoured.â She bit her lip and looked down, he put his hand under chin, raising her face so that she could look at him âI see you, I have always seen you and tonight I want to show you, in great detail, what I wish to do with youâ with that he gave her the umbrella, got on one knee to pick up her bag and fix the buckle on her shoe that had come loose, he lifted her dress and kissed her in the crevice between her thigh and pussy. She let out a slight moan when he used his teeth. It was the first moan she had let out for a long time.
He got up, opened the car door and smiledâŠ
© William John Vaughan 2016
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