“Please hold the elevator.”
He quickly pressed the hold button and waited while the woman rushed on. She gave him a small smile as she stood next to him. “Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome,” he replied as his finger let go of the hold button and hit touched the number for the floor he was headed for.
Stamford glanced at the woman from the corner of his eye. She looked to be in her late twenties. She was wearing a red shirt and a pair of tan pants. The rich color brought out her rich brown skin and he was surprised that he even noticed her. Her black hair was pulled into a tight bun at the back of her neck making him wonder how long it was.
African American woman usually never drew a second glance from him, because they never seemed interested in dating him back in his home town. However, something about her did make him want to strike up a conversation.
“I apologize I didn’t ask you what floor you wanted,” Stamford said looking at the woman next to him. The light floral scent coming from her was intoxicating.
“Oh, I’m running late. I didn’t even think about telling you,” she grinned. “I’m going to the tenth floor.”
Stamford press the number and wondered why he was so disappointed by the fact his elevator companion was about to get off. For some odd reason, he wanted her to stay on here a little longer with him.
Coming in December from Red Rose Publishing