The Woman on the ElevatorWhen the elevator doors opened Edwin froze in astonishment before he could place a foot over the threshold. The unfamiliar woman tilted her head and a warm smile bloomed on her red lips. The doors creaked to life. Edwin admonished himself for staring, lowered his eyes, and sidled in before they closed.More Like This
Once inside it was even harder not to stare. The woman stood in the center of the car, petite hands folded across her stomach. She locked her eyes onto his face as he stepped in, and made no effort to reposition herself despite being the only passenger so far. Too nervous to speak to her or look at her directly, Edwin pressed the button for his floor and remained at the front of the car.
He studied her from the corner of his eye. Her hourglass figure was wrapped in a short red dress with a plunging, v-shaped neck. Golden hair shimmered over her porcelain shoulders, and her eyes gleamed like pale sapphires. She wore no makeup or perfume, a choice he found intriguing and strangely appealin