Chapter 2

CHLOE DUARTE

With curiosity a thousand, down the cell phone ready to find out who is the owner of the delicious perfume when the elevator doors close, a strange noise and the sound of the engine silencing are heard, and then total darkness fills the entire space.

A complete silence reigns in the dark, still not sure what is happening just take a deep breath having only the dim light of the phone illuminating my face.

Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

I bite my lower lip hard to contain a hairy curse word aloud when my phone battery runs low and soon also abandons me.

Ready! Total darkness!

“Oh, that can't be happening, no!”

Relax, it's what I need right now since I'm stuck in an elevator in the dark, and to make matters worse, I'm pretty sure there's probably only the two of us in this damn building.

Trying not to panic locked in here, start a controlled breathing sequence, come on Chloe! Stay calm, you can do it!

For starters, I shouldn't have come, but it was mandatory, so I stop controlling myself and open my mouth to desecrate my fucking manager and CEO who planned this fucking party.

Okay, I have a share of the blame in this appalling situation, but I don't want to blame myself or I will freak out.

“CEO motherfucker is rotten and rich and does not fix this elevator drag!”, growling and feeling the sweat dominating my body quickly.

I hear a laugh coming from the unknown, and soon realize my failure, do not know who this man is, maybe he tells me that I've been cursing and speaking ill of the boss to Adam and I'm sure that the CEO will fire me.

”You...”, before I can pronounce another word I hear sounds of movement nearby, I jump when I feel a big hand surrounds my waist.

It is hot!

A strong discharge of energy goes through and radiates throughout my body, I shiver all over feeling its possessive grip on my skin over the thin dress I wear.

“What are you...”

“Shiiii”

Trembling frightened at the sudden approach he loosens the grip of his hand but remains very close to me.

I keep completely silent, just feeling his warm breath of such unknown, for long and entire seconds he tries nothing, just keeps holding me close to his body, as if waiting for my approval to continue.

Realizing that I do not push him away or deny it, in the darkness I feel him caress my face with the back of his hand, a firm touch, but delicate and desirous.

My breathing slows down, getting shorter and shorter, I bite my lips feeling the effect that only your hands can cause me. It is strange, it is unknown and maybe even forbidden, but I do not walk away, I do not want to walk away, I want more!

Is that crazy of me? Maybe, I'm so crazy as to let a stranger keep doing this to me, inside the company and stuck in the elevator.

The fear I felt of maybe the elevator could fall if it was giving way to a new sensation for me, the adrenaline runs loose in my veins and I'm getting addicted to it.

I don't know why, but he seems like the kind of man every woman should avoid, but I don't know what's happening to me, I can't help it.

I gasp when I'm pushed against the icy wall of the elevator over the exposed skin of my back by the low-cut dress, and without wasting time, I feel her hand venture in a sexy way into the curve of my hip, while her firm and covered breastplate sticks against mine, leaving me stuck between him and the cold wall, even not being able to see, I realize that he put one of his hands next to my face and against the elevator, leaving me no escape.

I feel my legs falter when I feel your other hand go down my hip to the beginning of my ass.

My God! What man is that? That leaves me surrendered with only touches and sensations that he causes me, without at least telling me a single word.

An unexpected groan flees from my lips as I feel its crushing mine with sheer determination, as if ready to devour me at any moment.

Jesus, what am I doing? As if the reason were to come back to me, I gather forces against pure temptation and flatten my hands against his pectoral and push him.

Disgrace! My conscience asks me to run away from this man, but my traitorous body wants to do the contrary, he wants to venture out and plunge headlong into the forbidden.

I do not push him away again when his mouth kisses me again, I get dizzy, completely dizzy, feeling a nibble on my lower lip, and groan against his lips searching for more, he seems to get the message when he smiles against my mouth before contouring my lips with his tongue before sticking it into my mouth, where our tongues join and duel against each other.

My body is boiling, pleading for more of this mysterious man.

Intoxicated and intoxicated by all her being, I drop the cell phone listening to the muffled sound of the device falling at our feet.

Should I be doing what I'm doing?

Even in the dark, I notice her defined waist covered by clothes when I take courage and slide my hands through her body, climb through her belly feeling the fabric of a long coat and a button, feeling the attitude taking over me, Release the single button just listening to the fabric slip and fall to the floor.

A long sigh of surprise and a shiver escapes him as my adventurous hands caress his pectoral pulling his social shirt, willing to more than continue, he touches my skin under the evening dress. Trapped inside the elevator, we hear nothing more than our breaths and impatient groans.

God, damn it!

I'm not that kind of woman, this kind of thing has never happened to me before, never in my whole life have I fucked or made some hot and daring make-out with a stranger or stranger on the first date. I'm the cautious type, I prefer to know the person well before starting a new relationship, and I like to be prepared, but I still do not know the reason for this discovery that I'm living right here.

As if everything was part of a dream of bad taste, the engines return to work as magic, and the elevator light quickly returns in a flash that forces me to close my eyes due to sudden clarity.

Still, with my eyes closed and contracted, I get scared when my mysterious partner's hands surround me and grab me firmly, in a position that prevents me from seeing his curious face.

Still not understanding very well what just happened inside, I blink my eyes several times until I get completely used to the light, panting and half lost I notice that my hand is still flat on his firm chest.

“You're going down on this floor...and this is going to be our secret, understood?”, I'm surprised by your powerful voice.

“But who are you?”, I ask feeling my breath slowly normalize, with his face glued to his chest, I realize that he smiles.

“I'm sorry, but you won't know who I am...”

That's it! He's playing with me like it's a fucking game piece that he can move and manipulate, use when it's convenient for him, easy prey in the clutches of a voracious hunter.

But his phrase does not cause the expected effect on me, does not leave me shaken or nervous, it is quite the contrary, it just stirs my curiosity and increases my temptation to turn off my rational side and grab it inside here again.