*ALORA*
“Alora.” He said in that dark, growly voice like he was tasting it, experiencing flavors no one else did.
It was ridiculous but I started feeling excited like a teenage girl who had just gotten her crush to notice her.
I’ve never felt this way in years.
I had thought the hopeless romantic in had died.
“My na’s...Ford.”
There was sothing about the way he hesitated before he told that, like half-truths and lies were accepted in the darkness.
I wondered why I sensed an air of deception.
I didn’t know him. We just t.
And I’m still holding his hand.
Why did I liked holding a stranger’s hand?
I shook my head, I have to get a hold of myself.
“May I have my hand back, please?”I noticed he paused for a beat before responding.
“Sorry.”His thumb slid over the back of my hand slowly, making shiver before he released .
As I slid down to the floor and tucked my legs beneath , I couldn’t help the feeling that he wasn’t sorry at all.
Lord, I was having stupid fantasies about a stranger I was trapped in an elevator with.
“There’s nowhere to hide in here, Alora.”He said as he took a seat on the floor beside , and I knew he didn’t an hide in the physical sense.
I blad his voice for the naughty twists and turns my mind had taken.
But in my defense, he really does have the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard, deep and dark, gravelly with a promise of naughty pleasures.
He was close.
The heat of his body was comforting, arousing and disturbing.
And his manly scent was driving wild.
“I don’t think I’m the type to hide anyway.”I replied.
“No deep, dark secrets?”
I shrugged.”I’ve just been having an awful ti these past couple of weeks.”
There was a long pause from him before he asked.
“Want to talk about it?”
“Nah, I’ll pass. No need to bore you.”
“Who said I’d be bored?”
“Trust , you’d be bored.”
I could almost feel him smiling, and his voice was warm when he responded.
“Sohow, Alora, I don’t think I’d find anything about you boring.”
I curbed a sudden urge to fan myself.
Why does everything he says sound so suggestive?
“Were you about to check out of the hotel?”I asked him.
Sohow, I wanted to know more about him.
“Yeah.”
The elevator shook and lurched once more.
Ford reached over and stroke his fingers over my hand like he could see in the dark.
Maybe he could.
Maybe he could sense .
His touch was intended to soothe, I knew that, but it did the opposite.
I felt my heartbeat speed up in my chest.
I wanted to...
The elevator humd and swayed like a drunk in an alleyway.
It dropped downward from beyond the doors, voices filtered in.
Then, it shuddered again. Right outside, soone was scraping and banging at the doors.
There were muffled voices as Ford’s hand closed over mine.
He rose and helped to my feet.
“See? Miracles happen.”
“And it’s not even Christmas...”
And then, he said sothing that montarily stunned .
“Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to.”
It was a quote from my all-ti favorite movie, Miracle on 34th street.
It was at that mont that I wondered about this whole encounter.
Were the two of us eting each other...random strangers by complete coincidental factors, or was there an underlying fate at work here?
Oh jeez.
I got locked in a dark, enclosed space with a gravelly voiced, scrumptious-scented stranger and now, I’m an hopeless romantic again?
I wished I could bla it on the lack on oxygen in here.
“I...Listen, I...”
But whatever he was about to say, he was robbed off the chance when the doors slid open and light poured in.
The manager of my hotel, Gareth stood at the forefront of a small crowd.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” He asked as an EMT shone a flashlight in my face.
I tried to get a glimpse of Ford, but I’m montarily blinded.
I reached out for him, but no one was there.
The lights in the elevator ca on, the flashlight switched off and my vision beca normal again.
But Ford was gone.
As I was manhandled out of the “elevator of death and surprises” I looked around anxiously, but I seem to be the only one erging.
It was like he had been a fignt of my imagination.
Pulling free, I searched the faces of the crowd, not even knowing who exactly I was looking for.
I didn’t see anyone who might be the mysterious stranger with a dark sex appeal and an air of danger and intrigue.
I was about to give up when I saw a tall, broad-shouldered man with hair the color of dark chocolate.
I only caught a glimpse of his back as he strode away from the crowd and through the exit.
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