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As Carissa and I make our way to the office, I can feel her reluctance to hold my hand. As soon as we approach the entrance, I let go and steal a glance at her. She doesn’t look back at me.
“Sir, the clients have been waiting for over an hour,” Pamela hurries to me as soon as she spots me.
“Yeah, I was stuck in the elevator.”
“Goodness!” Pamela’s hands fly to her mouth. “Are you okay, sir?”
“Very well,” I respond. “Where are they?”
“In your office.”
I hurry into my office to find the two gentlemen impatiently staring at their watches and speaking in hushed tones.
“Gentlemen,” I call as we shake hands, “my sincere apologies, but on your way out you will have to use the stairs, sadly. Hence my tardiness.”
I find my table and settle into my seat as I watch the look of disapproval on their faces. While the much older one does a good job of hiding it, the younger one is the opposite.
“So, shall we?”
Chapter twenty-one
CARISSA
Ican't help but find myself lost in a daydream, my thoughts often drifting back to that day when Jayden and I were stuck in the elevator.
It’s as if the memory of that shared experience has left a mark on my heart, one that I can’t shake.
During my workday, my mind will wander, and my thoughts will replay the details of that elevator ride.
I remember the subtle tension that filled the confined space, the nervous glances we exchanged, how he made me laugh and held me in his arms, offering both reassurance and a silent connection.
My heart quickens as I recall the way his eyes met mine, the unspoken understanding that had passed between us, and the comforting feeling of his arms holding me.
In my fantasy, that moment is like the opening scene of a love story. A scene that hints at the potential for something more profound.
I can imagine the elevator doors closing, sealing us off from the outside world, creating a world of our own where professional roles are temporarily left behind.
In this imagined world, our hearts are laid bare, and our feelings are acknowledged without the constraints of workplace boundaries or my fear of getting hurt again.
These daydreams are like my refuge, a place where I can explore my emotions and desires in a way I can't in reality.
They are a secret treasure. A reminder of the connection I feel for him and the thrilling uncertainty of what the future holds.
Each time I indulge in these fantasies, I’m acutely aware of the fine line between reality and reverie, but for a brief moment, it’s a world where I can explore the uncharted territory of our emotions.
I remember how my pulse quickened when I felt the warmth of his hand enveloping me and holding me still.
To be honest, that was the reason why I shed a tear, not necessarily because we were stuck. It was as though a lifeline had been extended to me amid the uncertainty.
In response to his soothing gesture, I leaned into him, seeking solace in the strength of his presence.
It was as if his arms were a shield against the world outside the elevator. A safe haven in a moment of vulnerability.
I finally snap out of my daydream when Pamela snaps her fingers in my face for the third time.
“You do realize you’re at work, right?” she says impatiently.
“Sorry, there’s just a lot going through my head.”
