8 - Adriana
Adriana
“You can’t be serious.” I found myself pressing my whole body against the far wall of the elevator. “Can’t they help us?”
“The system is designed for automatic notifications when something goes wrong,” Mr. Klein explained, sounding exasperated. “But it could be half an hour or more before a technician reaches us. Longer to actually get it fixed. It’s possible that the glitch passes by itself, but I really doubt that.”
“Oh,” I breathed, the air around me already feeling so much heavier. “Oh, no. This isn’t good.”
My phone began to vibrate, and I checked my messages. Several from the photographer asking where the statue was. Stating that they were all ready and just waiting for this one element.
“We’re late,” I said in a near-whisper. “They’re probably furious. Oh, no.”
He rested his eyes on me, but I barely noticed. All of the anxiety from earlier was rushing back in now that we were stuck here. Only now, it was ten times worse. There were no step-by-step measures that I could follow to get out of this mess. There was absolutely nothing I could do about this.
My phone vibrated again, but I couldn’t convince myself to check the messages again. I knew what they’d be. Complaints about service, someone wanting something to be changed, the photographer’s assistant yelling about the statue, Nolan asking me what my problem was changing Reggie’s lunch again.
I couldn’t look at it. I was helpless.
The elevator suddenly felt far too small. The crate with the statue seemed to have grown in size, and two people were far too many for such a small space.
I’d always had a level of claustrophobia, and being as stressed as I currently was definitely didn’t help that. My panic was rising in my throat and making it difficult to breathe. I didn’t want Landon to see me like this. I needed to try and stay calm, cool, and collected.
But the longer I stood there, the harder that became.
The lights flashed once or twice, and that made me dizzy.
I was shaking, and my jaw was tight. I was sure that I was getting pale, and that soon, I’d lose my mind.
If I couldn’t stop these escalating feelings, I’d tumble into a full-scale panic attack.
“Are you okay?” His voice barely reached me, and I lifted my eyes to look at him.
I could feel tears forming, and there was a lump in my throat. I didn’t think that I would be able to speak. I tried to nod, but the sheer concern in his face let me know that it was alright to be honest, and I shook my head instead.
To my surprise, he stepped forward, and put his hand on my shoulder. I could feel the warmth of his touch through my clothes, and that single movement was already comforting. I was sure this wasn’t appropriate, but I made up my mind that I wouldn’t say anything about it.
“You’re safe,” he said softly, squeezing my shoulder. “I promise, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
I lifted my head so that I was staring into his eyes. From here, with everything being overwhelming, their intensity and depth were drawing me in more than ever before. It felt as if I could fall right into them, as if they could wrap me up like a blanket and keep my fears at bay.
“Take a deep breath,” he said, placing his free hand on my other shoulder. He was standing so close to me that I could simply lean forward against his chest; but I resisted that urge. “Hold it. One, two, three, four… Exhale.”
He repeated his instructions, and I followed them.
With each repetition, I felt my body calm down, my breath return; the one thing that didn’t change was my racing heart.
That, however, was probably due to how close we were standing to one another, and the electric sensation that was running through my body.
It seemed as if time had slowed to a crawl, as if nothing in the world existed outside of Mr. Klein and me. Something was changing in his eyes, too, something I couldn’t quite place, but which was drawing me ever closer nonetheless.
After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke again. “Are you feeling better?”
Despite the logical part of my brain knowing that I really should not do it, I reached up to put my hand around his neck, and pulled his face toward mine.
He didn’t resist, but that was only surprising for a second.
Then, our lips collided. Softly at first, then more urgently, and soon, I found myself pushing my entire body against his.
He was as solid as I would have expected, and I could already tell that he was lean, but muscular, even through his suit.
I wanted to rip it off him, to see everything that was hidden beneath.
At the same time, there was a small voice in my mind that was screaming at me.
This was completely inappropriate. I definitely was not supposed to be doing any of this.
You should pull away, I found myself thinking. Apologize, say it won’t happen again. You can still stop. You should stop. Pretend it never happened. Hope it will be fine.
But I simply couldn’t resist, and it seemed like Landon was in the same boat. He wasn’t pulling back either, wasn’t telling me that this was wrong and taboo, wasn’t reprimanding me for going over the line.
His tongue was in my mouth now, and the way that it danced with mine was mind-blowing. It was as if we’d been doing this for years, like we already knew everything our bodies wanted.
Mr. Klein finally lifted his hands, too, putting them on my waist and pulling at my blouse to release it from my skirt. Once he managed to do so, I felt his hands on my lower back, and the sensation caused goosebumps all over me. I pushed against his body harder, encouraging him to go further.
I had forgotten my panic entirely, as well as the fact that we were in an elevator in the Pacific that could start moving at any moment.
All I wanted now was more of Landon, no matter what the consequences could be.
I reached for his suit jacket, and he helped me to remove it, eventually shrugging it off so that it fell to the floor.
I pulled away from the kiss, breathless, and started working on his shirt buttons, while he removed his tie.
Soon enough, his shirt joined his jacket, and I let my hands travel over his chest and stomach.
His muscles were rock hard, but his skin was soft and warm, and a quick thought to ask for his skin care routine flashed across my mind—which almost made me laugh.
But I didn’t have a lot of time to think. His hands were pulling at my blouse, and I lifted my arms to allow him to remove it. Hungrily, his fingers then reached around my back, brushing against my skin, to undo my bra.
As soon as it was loose, I pulled it off, and Landon lowered himself.
“Beautiful,” he said in an admiring tone, and I smiled to myself. I did know that; though small, my breasts were something to be proud of.
I shivered when he placed his mouth over one of my nipples and began to tease it with the tip of his tongue.
His left hand reached for the other, exploring and playing with me like I was an adventure he had waited to go on for a long time.
I threw my head backward and ran my own fingers through his hair.
It was too late to stop now, and I simply didn’t want to. It felt too right, like this was why I was supposed to get this job in the first place. Like fate.
His free hand was reaching for the back of my skirt, to undo the zip that kept it in place. I felt the excitement building at my core, and the heat of the air around us continuing to grow.
I ran my own hands across his back, letting my nails scratch as I watched his muscles move, and he started kissing down my stomach. As he went ever downward, he gripped the edges of my skirt, tights, and underwear, and worked it all over my hips and my legs.
He continued to leave a trail of butterfly kisses across my skin as he went, until he removed the last part of my tights over my feet. The bundle of clothes was quickly cast aside with his jacket and shirt, and he worked his way back up.
His kisses grew more intense and urgent as he got back to his feet, slowly but intentionally. He was already working on his own belt and pants, clearly just as hungry for more as I was. I could feel how wet I was already; my entire body was craving Landon inside of me as soon as possible.
Finally, he was standing up and facing me again, his eyes studying me the same way I was studying him. Drinking in his whole body, I couldn’t believe it; that suit had been hiding something truly incredible. He was smiling, too, like he was appreciative of what he saw.
When we crashed together in a deep, passionate kiss once again, it was like finally reaching something that I had been searching for my entire life.
His skin was warm and smooth, the image of sheer perfection. Feeling him against me was driving my hunger to a new level. I wanted all of him, all at once, as deep inside of me as he could possibly get. His hard cock pressed against my leg, urging me to take this to the next level.
Suddenly, I felt him lifting me up and pushing me against the wall. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, waiting for what was coming next. He pushed his body against me, and began to kiss my neck as he used his hands to maneuver me into place.
“Are you ready?” he whispered against my skin, and I shivered.
“Yes…” I breathed, putting my head against the wall behind me. “Please.”
He slid all of himself into me, and I found myself gasping at the feeling. I responded by moving my own hips into him, and gripping onto his shoulders so tightly that my nails were digging into his skin.
A moan escaped my lips, but I quickly shut my mouth when I remembered for a second where we actually were. The elevator wasn’t soundproof, at least as far as I knew. It was always a possibility that someone in one of the hallways could hear us. I had to be careful.
He lifted his face slightly, so that he could whisper in my ear; though the sentence was accompanied by a satisfied grunt. “Quiet, Adriana.”
I had never been someone who liked being commanded, but right then, it was almost magically powerful. I wanted him to speak more, to tell me everything that he wanted from me, and to give it to him.
He started moving slightly faster, climbing into a rhythm that made it ever more difficult to stay silent. I bit my lip and buried my head into his neck, hoping that whatever came out of my mouth would at the very least be muffled.
“You feel so good,” he said, and I felt myself climbing closer to that inevitable cliff. My own orgasm wasn’t far away.
The elevator shuddered. A green light flickered from the corner.
“Oh, no,” he immediately pulled away from me, setting me down gently on the ground. “It’s going to move.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, my mind still struggling to get itself back to focus.
Landon was already grabbing clothes from the floor and shoving mine at me. “Get dressed, before the doors open. We’ll have to finish this later. And… Uh… You can probably call me Landon from now on. Mr. Klein would just be… weird… after this.”