Howdy Friends! It’s Monday and I’m here with yet another love flash from my hidden treasure of romantic short stories.
Title: A Flight of Stairs
With that last tattoo, of a dragon, done on my forearm, I was all set for my first-ever concert as a singing pop star of the town. My long-cherished dream would come true. Never in my whole life, had I missed a single night when I didn’t dream of singing in front of a huge crowd of fans.
And, I nailed it. My latest album hit the top 10 Asian-American songs of the month. Though I was no stranger to facing the media glare, performing in front of a live audience gave me goose bumps just like we get before exams or job interviews.
I was running late, so I scrambled towards the elevator, got inside, and touched the 0 button.
In haste, I couldn’t work out that the lift was going upstairs. A couple minutes of ride from 5th floor to 27th floor seemed like an irritating, never-ending journey. A journey that takes you away from your destination.
The elevator reached the top floor, and a man entered inside. Worried about reaching the concert venue on time, I threw an irritating stare towards him.
Cleanly shaven with a tangle of wayward brown curls pushed back on his head, he either took a decent amount of time to set his hair or got out of the bed without even brushing a hand on his head. Whatever it was, he looked damn gorgeous in a black suit that hugged his broad-shouldered tall frame perfectly.
A little distraction seemed like a flight to heaven, and I enjoyed the ride downstairs with the man who took my breath away.
His cologne tantalized my senses and filled my brain with all the naughty thoughts.
What if I was marooned on an island with this handsome stranger? How about getting stuck in this elevator with this gorgeous man?
Hey, relax Ritika. You’ve to perform in a couple of minutes.
Restraining my thoughts, I stopped ogling him and fixed my stare to the floor of the elevator.
I took a deep breath to stop the flickering butterflies flocking hard against my ribs and closed my eyes to slow down my thumping heartbeat.
Yeah, it’s good. I’m feeling much better.
With that, I open my eyes.
Have I opened my eyes?
I never thought the wish I made two seconds ago would become true.
Yes, we had got stuck in the elevator.
“Oh! No.” A deep cry escaped my throat.
“Are you in a hurry Miss?” His commanding voice filled the stranded elevator.
Irritation and anger replaced the burning desires.
“It’s because of you, I’m in this situation.”
“I’m sorry? Because of me?”
“Have you not pressed the button, I would have reached the ground earlier.”
“If you were going downstairs why did you catch it at first place?”
“Oh! Please. Don’t you argue with me like an attorney?”
“What, if I’m the one?” He chortled.
“Aw! Shucks. I hate lawyers and never in my wildest dreams I thought I would get stuck in the elevator with a conservative attorney?” I bit my lips in frustration.
“Conservative attorney?” His eyes gleamed like two shiny marbles in the thin light of his smartphone. A brief smirk tugged the corners of his lips, flaunting a set of deep dimples as he looked me in the eyes.
“So what do you do?” His gaze smoothly shifted from my face to my exposed skin covered with tattoos of insects, birds, and animals.
“I’m a rock star.”
Before he could make any assumptions about my character or behavior, I proudly introduced myself.
“Rockstar? The one who sings and dances maniacally.”
“Excuse me, Mister.” Heat escalated through me, and I knew, all of it was not anger.
“Oh…I’m sorry.” He smirked again. But, this time there was something in his eyes that made me blush.
He came close and stood across from me. His hand roamed through my narrow waist as he pulled me close.
Anticipating his next move, I closed my eyes and my head tilted backward, almost instantaneously.
A brush of his lips at the corner of my mouth and the stranded elevator breathed to life. It got illuminated and started moving down. He released me from his grip, and we occupied opposite corners.
Within minutes, we reached the ground. Coming out of the lift, he escorted me till my waiting cab, the concert organizers arranged for me.
“I think I need to see you again. How about a dinner? Tonight at eight?”
“That’s cool.” I readily agreed. “Why don’t you come with me now?”
“Umm…Let me reschedule the meeting I have with my clients, and I will follow you in my car.” He chuckled as he touched some buttons on his smartphone before putting it closer to his ear.
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