âDamn it!â Jessalyn Hendricks could not believe her luck. She had hit every traffic light between her apartment and her office. She was already 15 minutes late for work. Standing now in the lobby of the massive skyscraper that housed her law firm, the elevator slammed shut in her face. Desperately, she hit the open button, but her attempt was in vain. She debated taking the stairs, but quickly vetoed the idea. Jessalyn could not imagine trying to run up to the 38th floor in a pair of heels and a skirt. She checked her watch. 9:15 am. Great.
Jessalyn had a meeting scheduled for 9:30 am with a new client, and she needed the little bit of time to prepare and compose herself. Noah Jennings was huge, rich and powerful. He was looking for an attorney to settle alimony disputes between him and his ex-wife. The last thing that Jessalyn needed was a cocky, twenty-something business owner complaining about women and his pathetic life in general. Then again, Jessalyn knew she should be grateful for this opportunity. If he was pleased with her work, he might ask her for additional help. Additional work meant additional money. If she ever wanted to open her own law firm, Jessalyn would have to do some ass-kissing.
Jessalyn was busy pondering the opening presentation she had prepared when she was bumped from behind. âExcuse me, I am so sorry!â a deep male voice apologized to her back. Jessalyn whirled around and found her face buried into a very broad, well-built chest. She stepped back and looked into the face of a very handsome stranger. âSomeone was trying to get by me, and the lobby just isnât big enough,â he offered as she stared at him dumbfounded. Finding her voice, Jessalyn managed to squeak out an okay before spinning around again. She did not recognize him. Working in such a huge building meant that she did not necessarily know all of her neighbors. She would definitely have to find out who he is.
The elevator doors opened, and Jessalyn stepped in. Mr. Handsome stepped in behind her. She pressed the button for floor 38, and asked where he was going. He said he was going to a law firm, not sure which one, though. There were too many in the building to guess. He reached into his leather briefcase to search for the information. The doors shut and the elevator began to rise.
Jessalyn stole a glance at him while he searched. About 6â4â, black hair, baby blue eyes, and a body to die for. Or, at least, to beg for. This guy was no couch potato. He was clean cut, clean-shaven, and smelled like heaven. His musky scent drifted through the elevator and tickled her nose, causing goose pumps to jump onto her arms. His navy Armani suit and blue tie set his eyes off perfectly. Damn. Mr. Handsome looked up at her and noticed her checking him out. Jessalyn blushed and looked away quickly, pretending that the ugly wood paneling on the elevator was simply fascinating.
The elevator rose to the 24th floor and suddenly jostled to a stop. Jessalyn braced herself against the wall for balance as the lights dimmed to the emergency lighting system. Mr. Handsome reached by her to the control panel, which was now blank. After pressing a few buttons, he looked at her and said, âI think we lost powerâ. Jessalyn didnât know whether to laugh or cry at such an obvious statement.
âDoes the emergency call button work?â Jessalyn asked. He pushed the big, red button and shook his head no.
âWhat about the phone?â Again, he shook his head no.
âDamn, this is just great,â Jessalyn sighed as she set down her briefcase. She rolled her head from side to side in a fruitless effort to release some of her tension. âI wonder how long we will be hereâ, Jessalyn mused. Mr. Handsome cocked his head to look at her. âI am not sure, but there is not a whole lot we can do about itâ. Jessalyn offered him a smile, and slid to the floor. She looked up at him, and was aware he was looking directly down her blouse, not even trying to hide his gaze. She blushed slightly and started to move her jacket to cover herself.
âHellâ, she thought, âif you have it, flaunt itâ. She worked so many hours that she barely had time for herself, let alone a sex life. She was beginning to forget what it was like to be a woman, to feel the lovely sensation of wetness caused by a man. Her fingers were one thing, but there is only so much a woman can do to please herself. Perhaps he could at least give her a new fantasy to live out while she was pleasuring herself. Jessalyn was running out of ideas, and faces to put with them.
In a move bolder than anything she had ever done in her life, Jessalyn leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. She nonchalantly pushed her chest out, causing her ample breasts to strain against the silk of her shirt. She shook her head, allowing her long, blond hair to move about her shoulders. She crossed one thigh over the other, making her skirt rise slightly. She wondered if he could see the lace top of her thigh highs. Jessalyn opened her green eyes and looked at him intently. He was staring at her without abandon. âI donât usually do this sort of thingâ, she murmured. Perhaps the air in the elevator was thin- she sure as hell was not acting like herself!
He swallowed once and took a step towards her. He knelt in front of her and reached out a massive hand to touch her silky hair. âMy God, you are beautifulâ, he breathed, in his deep, lovely voice. He let the strands of her hair fall from his hand as he moved his fingers to touch the side of her face. Jessalyn leaned her cheek against his hand and looked into his eyes, which were dark with passion. He moved closer to her, placing a leg on either side of hers. He tipped her chin up with one finger, and brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her softly at first, letting his lips taste her. He continued to touch her face as his mouth worked magic, and she felt him press the tip of his tongue against her lips, urging them open. Jessalyn obliged, and his tongue caressed hers, gentle at first, then with more demand. Immediately, Jessalyn felt her panties grow damp with her own desire.