ELEVATOR SEX
CHAPTER 1
The elevator doors were just starting to close when Nia slipped in, chest rising with every breath. Her heels clicked against the marble as she caught herself with one hand on the mirrored wall.
"f**k," she muttered under her breath, brushing sweat off her collarbone. She was late. And of course, the office tower’s elevators were slow as hell.
Two men were already inside. Both in sharp suits. One checked his watch. The other didn’t look at her, but she could feel his eyes drag over her legs. Her pencil skirt was shorter than it should’ve been, and the silk blouse clung to her like second skin.
She pressed the button for the top floor.
The elevator hummed. Started up.
One floor later, the doors opened again.
A crowd surged in.
Five, six more men. All suits.
