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It Happened In An Elevator – Short Story

16 Jul

 

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It Happened In An Elevator

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

I was staying on the 10th floor of a ritzy Madison Avenue hotel in New York City. I was due in the conference room, where my presentation at a board meeting would shape my career. As I pushed the fifth floor button in the elevator commanding it to transport me to this engagement, I was entirely unaware my life would be changed forever: that a stranger would steal my heart. All of this before I had even reached my destination. Who knew so many emotions could blossom in a 4 by 7 ft. suspended box?
She entered my life on the ninth floor, hauling a suitcase on wheels. As her long, shapely legs crossed the threshold, her smile caught my breath. There was something in her glance that made my heart beat faster. A mermaid’s alluring voice said, “Ground floor, please.” She might as well have sung a lullaby. My knees faltered. What is happening to me? This is not the first beauty I’ve seen. I inhaled, remembering to breathe, and absently pressed the button, obeying her command.

 

 

I looked at my briefcase and reminded myself of the importance of my session on the fifth floor. My successful performance in this meeting would mean a promotion, a raise—all the things I had been focused on achieving. From the corner of my eye, I caught her checking me out. When I turned, she snapped her head forward and played with her hair. Does she feel it too? I swear the temperature in the small space went up a degree or two as I watched her lick her lips. The intense chemistry filled the chamber—primal, and thick enough to snuff out the air.

The elevator stopped. Talk to her! You may never get another chance. I wrestled with my id. A woman with a haggard face entered the elevator with her brood. Kids played and ran circles in the tight space, while their mother yelled at them to stop. A little boy pushed the beauty, knocking her into me. Prickly sensations coursed throughout my body. I reached out to steady her. As I touched her arm, my eyes narrowed. My pulse raced. I was on fire. Through a cacophony of shrieks and shouts I heard her say, “I’m sorry,” as she moved away a proper distance and tidied her formfitting skirt. How I envied her clothes!

The elevator stopped again. Momma and her chickadees scrambled out of the cubicle. The little boy who had shoved the fetching stranger looked over his shoulder and grinned at me, as if he knew I wanted to thank him. A few more floors, and she would leave my presence forever. As the doors closed before us, she glanced my way and giggled as she shook her head. “Kids,” I said. She nodded and lowered her eyes. She gathered her long tresses to one side, exposing her neck. She feels it too.

Once more, the elevator came to a standstill. This was the fifth floor, my floor. I clenched my jaw as I stared at my briefcase. The meeting can wait. I turned to look at her. She questioned me with her eyes, no doubt reminded that the fifth floor button was glowing when she first entered the elevator. She glanced at my briefcase and then at me again. Slowly the corners of her lips curved upwards. I imagined what they would taste like. Her face told me she knew I had to be somewhere else, but chose to ride with her instead. The doors opened, and I lost her gaze. Frustration began to set in as a woman invaded our sanctuary, her hair twisted in a severe bun. Although it was lit, the woman jabbed at the ground floor button. My body went slack. The last few floors would be spent with this intruder.

I turned my face and looked at the angel. I tried to muster the courage to speak to her. At least ask for her name. The rejection and maltreatment from beauties past rooted my being in fear and fixed my feet where they stood. Even my voice box was gripped firmly shut so as to prevent me from uttering words. Her lovely blonde hair glittered in the dim man-made radiance. I contemplated the smooth curves of her face. The silky texture of her sun kissed skin beckoned my touch.

Ding. The elevator doors slid open. More people plagued us by entering our world, but I forgave them since the alluring stranger moved closer to me to make way for the crowd. My chest heaved in rhythm with my rapid breathing. Her fragrance drifted into my nostrils, rendering me helpless. Her hips lightly brushed across my manhood, making it come to life. My body quivered. Making room for her luggage, she stood so close. She slowly turned her face toward me. We stared at each other. Speak to her! I could feel the warmth of her breath. I watched her full, rosy lips move to form words. My entire body tensed in anticipation. “This is my floor,” she said.

She might as well have stabbed me in the chest. The hoisting platform came to a halt, and my heart skipped a beat. The doors opened. One crowd departed the elevator while another multitude rushed to enter. She wove her way through the mob, slowed by her luggage. The fear that gripped my body finally released me, and I stepped forward to claim my destiny.

A hand took hold of my shoulder. “Ethan, I hope you’re ready for this meeting. Those men are sharks!” It was my boss, grinning and patting me on the back. I tried to focus on what he was saying, but my eyes kept roaming back to the captivating splendor crossing the threshold.

I gripped the handle of my briefcase tightly. “Yes sir, I am ready.” I stepped back to stand next to him and fixed my eyes on the ground. My heart turned to lead, the weight of it dragging me down. I lifted my eyes and watched her walk away. I had never longed for anything as much. Before stepping out of my life she turned and with her eyes, she kissed me goodbye.

Copyright © 2013 by Vashti Quiroz-Vega. All rights reserved.

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Have you ever had an experience like this? I’d love to hear about it in the comment section below. Tell me about the one that got away or the romance that almost was. ;D

54 Responses to “It Happened In An Elevator – Short Story”

  1. Russell S. Baxter, ProFootballGuru July 16, 2013 at 11:41 pm #

    mesmerizing writing. Well done…

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  2. j0schmidt July 17, 2013 at 12:11 am #

    Ooh, wow! Vashti, this is incredible. It really reminded me of my experiences… I enjoyed it, even if it did have a bittersweet ending.

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega July 17, 2013 at 1:12 am #

      Ooooh! Your experiences? Ha, ha! I’m happy you liked my post. 😉

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      • j0schmidt July 17, 2013 at 2:22 am #

        Lol… Not quite so sexy as that, but close 😉

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  3. Dyane July 17, 2013 at 12:22 am #

    Really good story! Visual and totally believable. 🙂

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega July 17, 2013 at 1:13 am #

      Yay! That means a great deal coming from you Dyane. Thank you! 😀

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      • Dyane July 17, 2013 at 1:38 am #

        From me?? lol Goodness, girl, I just know what I like and I liked that story a lot. 🙂 It made me think, ‘Damn! I need to step up my game!’ lol

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      • Vashti Quiroz-Vega July 17, 2013 at 7:16 am #

        Step up your game? Haha! You’re too cute Dyane. 😀

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  4. Yolanda Isabel Regueira Marin July 17, 2013 at 12:35 am #

    Well, if I wasn’t feeling sexy before I am now … lot of good it is going to do me at work lol Great writing kept me holding my breath all the way through. Now back to reviewing a 5 inch contract aaaargh xx

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega July 17, 2013 at 1:20 am #

      Awwww. I’m sorry you’re at work (not a good place to feel sexy if you know what I mean). Ha, ha! My post had the right effect though. I’m glad you enjoyed it, and good luck with that contract! Phew. :/

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  5. cicampbell2013 July 17, 2013 at 12:53 am #

    Wow! Hot or what? Well done!

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  6. Alana Munro author July 17, 2013 at 1:02 am #

    Very good…I loved his frustration. I could totally visualize them. Well done! 🙂 He is gorgeous! xx

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  7. Mohammad Al.Sous July 17, 2013 at 2:09 am #

    So beautiful Vashti ,,,, Sensitive and real

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega July 17, 2013 at 3:37 am #

      Thank you so much Mohammad. I’m so happy you enjoyed it. I appreciate your comment. 🙂

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  8. Sunni Morris July 17, 2013 at 4:52 am #

    Wow Vashti! Great writing!

    Sunni

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  9. Peter Licari July 17, 2013 at 5:23 am #

    I could feel his frustration. So many of us will ourselves to take these sorts of chances, but we never hold ourselves to do so. It’s one of life’s greatest frustrations.

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega July 18, 2013 at 4:43 am #

      That is so true Peter, and that’s what I wanted to show here. Sometimes we just have to go for it. 😀

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  10. Jasveena July 17, 2013 at 5:49 am #

    Vashti this is really cute !!! 🙂 Well done! Is there a part two for it?

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega July 17, 2013 at 7:33 am #

      Hi Jasveena! Thank you very much! Part two? Hmmm. I’ve gotten a few requests so I will probably work on a part two. Besides, I hate leaving poor Ethan sad and lonely. Haha! 🙂

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      • Jasveena July 18, 2013 at 2:33 am #

        Hey please work on it we will all follow you!! 😀 😀 😀

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  11. Christine Edwards July 17, 2013 at 2:25 pm #

    I found your great blog through the WLC Blog Follows on the World Literary Cafe! Great to connect!

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega July 17, 2013 at 9:08 pm #

      Thank you Christine! I will be visiting you soon. In the meantime enjoy your visit to my blog. 😀

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  12. raymond alexander kukkee July 17, 2013 at 5:27 pm #

    Vashti, this is excellent, delicious!

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  13. Susan Harris July 17, 2013 at 6:13 pm #

    Holy Moly!! That was amazing! I felt like the girl, hoping he would say something. But never did. Realizing he had to be somewhere else. My be destiny would bring us back together.

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  14. now at home mom July 18, 2013 at 8:25 pm #

    I loved reading this Vashti but now I want to know what else happens and does he meet her again? when I start reading a story and love it, I have to know more! 🙂 you did wrote it well Vashti! 🙂

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega July 18, 2013 at 10:16 pm #

      Yay! I’m happy that you enjoyed my little story. Don’t worry, I won’t leave poor Ethan hanging. There will be a part two. Thank you so much Ingrid. 😉

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      • now at home mom July 18, 2013 at 10:23 pm #

        🙂 YAY! I’m very happy to hear this Vashti!

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  15. Doreen Sargente July 20, 2013 at 12:29 am #

    Excellent writing as always Vashti! And those two gorgeous creatures at the end of your post were a nice touch 😉

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  16. Susi July 23, 2013 at 3:09 pm #

    I wanted so much to be her. I was planning on giving him my number. Great job. You held me captive.

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega July 23, 2013 at 5:07 pm #

      Hi Susi! That’s awesome that you enjoyed it so much. Makes me happy. Thank you for stopping by my blog. I hope you will continue to visit. Have a great day! 😀

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  17. coastalmom July 24, 2013 at 2:01 pm #

    I am supposed to be getting ready for work but I was mesmorized by this!!!
    I would read a million of your books! You are the kind of writer I bring with me on a plane… or stick into my audio player for a long trip… or am always looking for the next fresh new book!!! Or…. be late for work for! 😉
    Did I already say I loved this?!

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega July 25, 2013 at 12:44 am #

      Haha! Diane, you are so sweet. I’m ecstatic to be that writer for you! I’m also very happy that you enjoyed my story. Thank you for making my night. 😀

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  18. rajcmallu July 25, 2013 at 2:09 am #

    Well done! I love your writing.

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  19. Carmen July 25, 2013 at 1:07 pm #

    Very nice! I was captivated by it.

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega July 25, 2013 at 4:38 pm #

      Hello Carmen! I’m so glad the story held your interest. Thank you for taking the time to read it. I’ll work on keeping my stories fascinating so that I can continue to captivate. Look forward to future comments from you. 😀

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  20. Rosey August 19, 2013 at 4:05 am #

    Well I wanted to tell him to talk to her, lol. Very nicely done!

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  21. Crystal From Tidbits of Experience September 6, 2013 at 2:21 am #

    What a post! It reminds me of when I met my husband for the first time. We’re still filled with that hot and steamy chemistry after over 20+ years of being in each other’s lives. Love it.

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega September 6, 2013 at 2:24 am #

      That is so cool Crystal! Thank you for sharing that, it is very encouraging. 😀

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  22. Ashwin January 18, 2014 at 8:32 am #

    Wow! Vashti, I just happened to bump into this story from your post ‘Reflecting on 2013’. Trust me you’ve thoroughly kept me engaged throughout the story with your words. I really really enjoyed this read. Fantastic!

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega January 19, 2014 at 1:12 pm #

      Yay! I’m so happy you bumped into it. You may want to read the conclusion of this story (or PART 2) called ‘When A Stranger Leaves An Imprint’. 😉

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      • Ashwin January 19, 2014 at 11:37 pm #

        Will check it out for sure 🙂

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  23. Chantelle Hazelden (@MamaMummyMum) July 14, 2015 at 1:39 am #

    that was quite intense for a short story! thanks for sharing with #readwithme

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega July 14, 2015 at 2:45 pm #

      Hi Chantelle! I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was my pleasure to share it at ‘Read With Me’. 🙂

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