Chapter 2 The Not So Meet Cute

• As I walk through Hines Enterprises lavish 20 story building, I look around to take a mental picture of everything and everyone around me. I can’t help but feel a pang in my heart knowing this could be the last time I walk through these glass doors.
• Trying to stay positive on my way to the elevator to head up to the 20th floor where the CEO and all of the top managers are housed. Its where Mr. Hines and I have worked so closely together. Charles & Emma Hines have become like a 2nd family to me, they took me in when I was broken and lost. They helped me get my business degree from USC and worked around my class schedule. I don’t know where I would be without them. They opened their home and hearts to me and have done so much more than what my biological mother AKA “the egg donor” ever did for me. I have no clue who my father is, and “the egg donor” never spoke about him. That is why I will forever be grateful and love Charles and Emma for being my surrogate parents.
• When I start to feel tears well up thinking about the wonderful memories I have made here. I pull myself together and tell myself to stop being so emotional. Keep it Professional Elena, I tell myself.
• As I entered the elevator, I was still deep in my thoughts when the doors started to shut. I was about to push 20 on the elevator panel, when I saw a large, well-manicured, olive colored hand pop in to stop the door from closing. I was so in my thoughts that I didn’t think to look up to see who had walked in.
• I automatically step aside to get closer to the wall next to the numbered panel to let the person in. Still not looking up to see who the well-manicured hand belongs to. When I finally look up, and about to ask what floor, my mouth slightly falls open, when I see this gorgeous man walk in. Yup you guessed it, I am still standing there with my mouth gaping open like some kind of mentally unstable person… I swear I felt some drool start to leak out of the side of my still open flaps I like to call a mouth. I scan his body from head to toe slowly, as he catches me gawking at him like I’m some kind crazed horny creeper that wants to kidnap him and make him their pet. When I realize what I am doing I immediately turn to face the closed elevator doors.
• I remember to finally shut my mouth and start fiddling with some invisible lint on my skirt. I have this thing when I get nervous or anxious, I have to do something with my hands, and they immediately start either smoothing out my nonexistent wrinkles on my skirt or picking at invisible lint off my clothes.
• Hmmm, Maybe I should go pick up some silly putty, I use to love those little silly putty eggs. I need something that helps keep my fidgety fingers occupied. There is a toy store not too far from the office, maybe I can stop by during lunch and find something for my fidgety fingers I think to myself. I am trying to occupy my brain with meaningless jargon, so I don’t make a bigger fool of myself in front of this sex God next to me. Alas, that little distraction does not last long.
• I look up at the gorgeous man again and…. Wait…Shit…this can’t be Jaxon Hart… right? Shit on a shingle... It is Jaxon Hart… How did I not recognize him when I was gawking like a crazed idiot. This isn’t awkward, not in the slightest.. I sarcastically think to myself…
• I notice that his eyes flick over my whole body in a quick assessment, which makes me feel like I am on display. I’m not sure if he likes what he sees or not since his face is void of any emotion. Looking at him
• again he’s got more of a resting bitch face as he faces to look back at his phone. I giggle, and try to cover it up as a cough.
• I wish I knew what he was thinking when he scanned my body. Did he Think “Damn… that girl needs to lay off the hamburgers?”, or “Damn… that girl is All that and a bag of Chips?” I let out a little giggle, this one I couldn’t cover up. I swear the crazy stuff my brain comes up with just makes me randomly laugh.
• He must have heard me giggle, because when I looked back up, he had his head cocked slightly to the right with a slight smile starting on the right side of his gorgeous face. Our little moment was quickly over when his phone dinged. He immediately looked down to his cell again and starts typing away, as if I don’t even exist. Well…This is uncomfortable and a little disappointing. Honestly, what did I expect from the man? I am nothing like the type of women he’s seen with. I am the complete opposite in fact..I’m 5’6 and curvy, those women are at least 5’10 and lean. So in all honesty what did I think would happen? That he would take one look at me and just want to Fuck me right here in the elevator? Shit… Now I am imagining his chiseled body, pushed up against me. His big hands roaming every inch of my body... Ummm….Is it…hot in here or is it just me? Maybe the air conditioner stopped working in this tin box. I take a few breaths to calm down.
• I glance back at Jaxon, and I can’t help but admire his body and that gorgeous face.. He Looks like he is about 6’2, dressed in a tailored navy suit with white collared shirt, with these stunning white gold cufflinks. One cuff link is a “J” and the other is an “H”, I am assuming for his initials. The tie is cobalt blue with some red accents throughout. And let me tell you, this suit showcases his body nicely.
• His olive complexion, mesmerizing brown eyes and those fucking lips of his… When I look at those Lucious lips, I just want to latch on to that juicy bottom lip so I can taste him.. He is absolutely stunning and way out of my league.
• It still doesn’t help that being this close to him makes my stomach do summersaults and my vagina quiver... My body is reacting to this man’s close proximity. My body craves him, wants to touch him, taste him, feel him inside me… No man has ever had this effect on me before. Not that I have a ton of Experience, My Ex Luke was my first and that was over 3 years ago.
• Shit… reality hits me… I haven’t had sex for almost 4 years! No wonder my Vagina is all hyped up around this Greek God. I am not a prude or anything, I went out on a couple dinner dates and coffee meet up’s. I just don’t want to get into a relationship with someone because of my crazy broken self-sabotaging self. Who wants a mentally unavailable chick as a girlfriend? So, I stick to my vibrator when I get over stimulated.
• I don’t even realize that while I am going through this crazy conversation with myself in my head. I am staring at this drop-dead sexy man next to me yet again. When I realize I am staring I turn my attention back to the invisible lint on my skirt. Yeah, I know I need to get laid…Unfortunately though, I don’t do one-night stands and I definitely don’t want a relationship right now. So, I guess my girl downstairs is gonna have to make do with my bed buddy, pinky the rabbit.
• I glance over at Jaxon Hart again and think, I will for sure be thinking of you Papi when I play with Pinky tonight. My smile is probably a permanent fixture right now with these naughty thoughts going through my brain.