Chapter 2

I pull up to the skyscraper, its glass-clad sides glinting in the early morning sun. I take a moment before I open my car door and step out. Today is going to be a good day. I believe in manifestation, so I own that shit. Up the stairs I go, and then through the front doors and hustle to the elevator.

The morning rush of people is just abating, and the elevator doors are about to close when someone puts their handbag to stop the door from closing. I feel a ripple of annoyance, but I quash it; it would have been rude of me to snap at the person.

But then, to my horror, the contents of the cup of coffee go everywhere. The liquid splashes all on my face, neck and down my brand new suit. Hot brown coffee runs down my suit like a river of molasses. A few drops seep into the collar of my crisp shirt, leaving the pressed fabric wrinkled and stained. I clench my fists and draw breath to give whoever is responsible a piece of my mind, when I look up and see who it is.

Lily?The woman from the coffee shop is standing in front of me, her eyes wide and mouth gaping.

My throat goes dry as a desert and my heart thumps so loudly, I am sure Lily can hear it all the way over there. What is she doing here? The door opens all the way, and she steps inside. Her gaze starts at my face and then travels down my body; I squirm under the weight of her stare, feeling exposed. When she spots the coffee stain near the zipper of my pants, her cheeks flush.

"I'm so sorry!" Her delicate fingers grab a tissue from her purse and she dabs at the stains on my suit, slowly inching closer toward my dick. My cheeks burn as her hands roam further down my body. Unconsciously, my cock twitches. I glance up and notice the security camera at the top of the wall, the man behind it surely getting quite an eyeful.

"Is this your thing? Spill coffee all over someone to get them out of their clothes?" As soon as it leaves my mouth, my eyes lock on hers. I will gladly let her undress me anytime, but only if I can reciprocate. Fuck, is she gorgeous.

"Nope, no coffee needed for that proposition," she says, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

My cock twitches again at her words, and now I'm picturing her in my bed, naked with me in between her thighs with those heels on my shoulders.

She continues to dab, and I grab her elbow to pull her up. "That's not necessary. I keep an extra in my office. Not that I've ever had to use it."

I try to keep a stern look on my face because I'm pissed, but more intrigued by why she is here. I shake my head. Don't even think about it. After my last relationship, I have sworn off women. All they want is my money and even though I'm not opposed to the casual hookup, most just don't understand what I need. It scares them.

She takes a step backward into the corner of the elevator and it grinds to a halt. What in the fuck? My eyes dart to the numbers above the doors, indicating we are floor eight. Why aren't we moving?

My stomach drops as I realize what's happening. We both look at each other, and I can see the panic in her eyes. Oh shit, the elevator is broken. I guess there are worse ways to die than being stuck in an elevator with a beautiful woman who can't keep her eyes off my cock.

The surrounding air is thick and heavy, almost unbreathable. My heart is racing and my palms are sweating profusely. I am standing in the elevator, conscious of the fact that I am completely alone with this gorgeous woman who is at least ten years younger than me. She stands a modest 5'5, her body curvaceous and inviting. Her long, dark hair in soft waves, framing her delicate features and drawing attention to her smooth, porcelain skin. Her almond-shaped eyes are a deep, mysterious brown, and her full lips a hush, inviting red. Her ample breasts are encased in a pink top, and the rest of her in a pencil skirt that clings to all her glory, hugging every single curve. Fuck! Her cream heels are going to look great over my shoulders.

Her eyes are tracing my body as if she is memorizing every detail, and it makes me feel both exposed and exhilarated. There is a spark of electricity between us, and I want to reach out and touch her. I am tempted, but I know better.

The elevator seems to get smaller, pushes us closer together with every passing second. It is one thing to check her out in a public place, but here, it's intimate.

Her voice breaks the silence, soft and melodious. "What are the chances we would run into each other two times this morning?"

I run my thumb over my lips. "Slim... but here we are."

When my eyes drink in her silhouette, she does everything else but look at me. Please tell me she is not self conscious. Not looking like that! A woman like her should be confident as fuck!

"The guys will see us here and get a technician called. We might be in here for a while."

I'm not complaining because that just means more time to drink her in without seeming like a stalker. In all honesty, I didn't think I would see her again, but here she is.

The elevator moves again and then the door opens. Fuck! Our time is up, but I'm surprised when I see her stepping off after me on my floor. She gives me one last lingering look before turning away and walking down the hall.

My eyes are betraying me because it seems like she might be interested, but with the age difference, who knows? It's been a while since I have had someone in my bedroom and I'm itching to try out my new equipment. The only question is: Who is Lily?