Holy fuck…
Don’t Look…
Ishelooking?
No, don't look…
But if you don’t look, you won’t know…
Don’t do it.
Maybe a little side eye.
Jesus, he’s looking!
I quickly divert my eyes back down.
Real smooth, Myssa, you don’t look like a fucking creeper at all.
As the elevator dings and the door’s part, I want to run, but it seems like these guys don’t have a care in the world, and they’re taking their time leaving. I stand there, rooted to the floor, waiting for him to walk off, too, so I can make a beeline to the revolving door at the end of the lobby. But there’s a hesitation on his end, and he’s still standing there.
What is he waiting for?
“After you.” He holds the door for me, and for a split second, I feel the low rasp of his words down to the core of my being.
His eyes lock onto mine, and this sensation washes over me as a small grin appears on his face, and then I realize he’s still holding the door to the elevators. My eyes widen in panic.
“Oh, right, thank you.” I scurry out the door.
With my sights set on my target across the lobby, I strategize for a moment, looking past the front desk and seating area to put my plan in motion. The plan is getting the fuck out of this lobby before I embarrass myself any more than I already have. Pulling my headphones out of my purse, I stride toward the revolving door. Just when the finish line is near and I’m almost home free, I hear my name yelled across the lobby, making me freeze on the spot.
“Myssa! You got a minute?”
I stare at the door, silently crying on the inside.Ugh, so close. Of course, Earl, the security guard behind the lobby desk, needs to speak with me. Today of all days.
What I would love to say is,“No Earl, I don’t have a minute, I don’t have a second, sort of freaking out over here.”But of course, I keep quiet and die a little on the inside, hoping I somehow don’t seehimagain.
Life is weird. For Nik, I’d go up to any guy with no problem, no matter what they looked like. It was never for me; it was for her.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m confident in who I am, but first impressions and all that. My workplace is ok with being comfortable in your working environment. So here I am, not in high heels or a pretty sundress, but Converse sneakers, blue faded jeans, and a Rob Zombie T-shirt.
I turn around to look at Earl, plastering my best smile on, and see the guy from the elevator at the desk, signing out by Earl.
Fucking…Perfect.
I sigh as I slowly make my way back to a smiling Earl. “What’s up, Earl?”
“We got the new photo security badges today. Pete said you were on your way down.”
“Oh, cool.” I take my old pass off my clip and give it to Earl as he passes me the new one with my photo. I look down, examining the not-so-impressive picture I took.
“Myssa, huh?”
My head snaps up as the guy from the elevator interrupts. His gaze meets mine and there goes the fluttering in my stomach again. Someone really needs to check the temperature in this place.
Why is it so hot?
“Yeah,” I say, quietly lifting my shirt a little to stifle the heat.
