After stepping inside the crowded elevator, she pushed the lighted button on the console for the thirty-third floor and eased her way to the back. She was brushing her hand down the front of her smart blue pinstripe dress when a tall man in a gray suit eased up next to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his dark brown wavy hair and determined profile. She didn’t want to stare, but found herself admiring the curve of his square jaw and the cut of his cheekbones along his clean-shaven face. When he turned to her, she immediately lowered her eyes. The butterflies in her stomach were in a full blown fury now, and she swallowed back the burning taste of embarrassment in her mouth.
As she stood there, eyes riveted to the elevator floor, she could feel his gaze on her. She knew it, sensed him drinking in her profile. Terrified, she fought every impulse to look up at him, and when the elevator doors closed, the car shot upward and jostled her to the side, making her brush against him.
“Sorry,” she whispered, keeping her focus fixed on the ugly brown tiles on the elevator floor.
“Think nothing of it.”
It was a soft, seductive, deep kind of voice that a woman would want to hear from the pillow next to her in bed.
She could detect the slightest whiff of his cologne; spicy, but with a hint of muskiness. Not enough to overwhelm the nose, like so many other men’s fragrances, but just enough to tantalize the senses. With her curiosity getting the better of her, Madison tried to edge her eyes slowly upward, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Unfortunately, the elevator came to a halt, the doors opened, and a rush of people began to push for the exit.
Glancing at the lighted console, Madison determined they had stopped on the twentieth floor. The man beside her shuffled forward and she thought he was going to exit the elevator, but instead he took a step closer to her.
Madison’s heart raced as the elevator doors closed again and the car shot upward.
“First day?” his velvety voice inquired.
She bit her lower lip and nodded her head. Raising her eyes ever so slightly, she concentrated on his freshly-shaved chin. “How could you tell?”
His thin lips curled into a maddening smile. “You look absolutely terrified.”
Madison fought to get ahold of her emotions. If he could see it, imagine what her employer would think. She had to appear self-assured and ready to take up her new responsibilities.
“I’m just nervous,” she shyly admitted.
The edge of his jacket brushed against her shoulder. “There’s nothing to be nervous about.”
His words sent an unsettling chill throughout her body. There was something about the way he had said it—the tone of his voice, the inflection—that reminded her of someone she could not place. Intrigued by the stranger, she was just about to raise her head to him when the elevator car once again jerked to a stop. When her eyes shifted to the lighted panel, she saw they had come to a stop on the thirty-second floor.
The man beside her made a move toward the doors, and came to a stop right in front of her. Madison ogled his thick, wide shoulders, the way his suit jacket hugged his trim waist, and then her eyes drifted down to his round backside.
Someone cleared their throat in the elevator and she instantly thought she had been caught staring at the guy’s ass. A flush of warmth spread across her cheeks and she clutched her purse to her side as her eyes once again plummeted to the elevator floor. The group of people, including her stranger, moved out the elevator door, and for an instant, Madison felt a twinge of disappointment that she had not gotten a better look at the man. Luckily, just as the elevator doors closed, she caught a glimpse of him, standing just outside of the doors, staring back at her.
The jolt that hit her body was overwhelming. His face was more than she expected; rugged, good-looking with gray eyes, a wide forehead, and chiseled features that would have made him the object of any woman’s fantasy. His trim figure appeared tone and lean behind the fabric of his suit, and as he grinned back at her, he eased his hand into his trouser pocket before dipping his head.
When the elevator doors finally closed, Madison thought her knees were going to give out.
What in the hell is wrong with me?
From New Orleans, Alexandrea Weis was raised in the motion picture industry and began writing stories at the age of eight. In college she studied nursing and went on to teach at a local university. After several years in the medical field, she decided to pick up the pen once again and began her first novel, To My Senses. Since that time she has published many novels. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning books, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable. Her work has been critically acclaimed and has been continually growing in popularity.
Alexandrea Weis is also a certified/permitted wildlife rehabber with the La. Wildlife and Fisheries. When she is not writing, she rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She is married; they live in New Orleans.
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