I stormed through the double doors of Luxmore’s head office, blood boiling. My block heels thudded on the glossy marble floor as I marched past reception to the elevators. I punched the up button with more force than necessary. Anger turned to determination as I waited, my arms folded across my chest.
I can do much better than him. I’m an intelligent, attractive young woman. I have a decent job. Any straight, single man would find me desirable. I bet the next available man I see wouldn’t turn me down if I gave him a chance.
Right on cue, the elevator door opened. Its occupant: one man.
Startled, I looked away, blushing. The man didn’t exit, and I was the only person waiting to get on. Reaffirming my little bet with myself, I gave him a once-over as I stepped inside. What I saw made me pause.
Is life playing a trick on me?
This man wasn’t my type at all. He looked much older than me, and he wasn’t handsome. A far cry from pretty-boy Leon and the usual young guys I dated. The man’s black hair was immaculately groomed, and he had shrewd, dark eyes. A defined jawline led to stern lips and down his throat to a prominent Adam’s apple peeking from his crisp shirt collar. He wore a suit which screamed tailor-made and expensive, not to mention the Rolex on his wrist. He exuded an aura of power.
Must be in upper-management.
I looked at the keypad. Sure enough, he had selected the twentieth floor. All the top executives had their offices on the twentieth floor—the highest level of the building. He either worked there, or he was a visiting businessman from another company.
As I pressed the button for the fifth floor, I could feel the man’s intense eyes boring holes into me. I wondered if he was checking me out.
Maybe he really is interested in me?
I didn’t know what to make of it. He was too old for me, and he wasn’t my type at all. Then again, he was far from decrepit—early forties at most. He looked fit and well-groomed, and he was probably intelligent and ambitious if he held a high position. Maybe it was time to broaden my horizons. Besides, I could use the confidence boost.
Mind made up, I turned on my charm offensive and flashed him the sweetest smile I could muster. “Good morning.”
His jaw tightened, and the veins in his neck flexed. He left me hanging for a long beat, an inscrutable expression on his face.
The corners of my mouth twitched, unable to hold up the smile much longer as awkwardness set in. Our eye contact was on the verge of unbearable when he finally spoke.
“You’re…” His voice was low, and he had a hint of a posh English accent.
What’s this? All I had expected was a simple “Good morning” in return. Is he actually going to hit on me? I can’t believe it.
He cleared his throat and continued. “Your top’s inside out.”