Chapter 5 Stuck In An Elevator With My Crush

I was just heading back to my desk after lunch when the elevator doors closed behind me. The moment they did, there was a strange lurch, and then - nothing. The elevator was stuck. I glanced at the control panel, pressing the emergency button, but all I got was the dim light of the elevator's interior, the walls a polished silver, reflecting my anxious face. And then, I realized I wasn't alone. There he was, the guy I've had a crush on since I started working here. His name was Alex, and he was tall, like, model tall, with broad shoulders that his suit couldn't quite hide. The suit jacket was tailored to perfection, emphasizing his physique. His hair was dark, styled back in that effortlessly cool way, and his eyes - they were a deep green, almost mesmerizing under the fluorescent lights of the elevator. "Are you okay?" His voice broke through my thoughts, smooth and comforting. "Uh, yeah, I mean, no - we're stuck," I managed to stammer out, feeling a blush creep up my neck. He chuckled, a sound that seemed to fill the small space. "Well, at least I'm stuck with good company." I looked down, trying to hide my smile. "Thanks, I guess?" He stepped closer, the space between us shrinking. "You know, I've always wanted to ask you, Julian, do you like working here?" "Um, yeah, it's okay. I mean, it's work, right?" I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, feeling the heat of his presence. "It's more than okay when you're around," he said, his tone playful yet sincere. His eyes met mine, holding my gaze for a moment too long to be casual. I swallowed, my heart racing. "Oh, that's... nice of you to say." He leaned against the wall, his posture relaxed, making him look even more at ease - and even more attractive. "You know, I've noticed how you light up the room whenever you're in it. It's like the whole office gets a bit brighter." I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks burn. "You're just saying that because we're stuck here." "No, I mean it," he said, his voice lowering, becoming more intimate. "I've wanted to tell you for a while, but there's never been the right moment. Maybe being stuck here is our moment." I couldn't help but giggle nervously, "Well, it's definitely unique." His smile widened, "Unique is good. Just like you." He paused, then added, "I like your laugh, by the way. It's genuine." "Thanks," I murmured, my shyness making me look away, but I could feel his eyes on me, warm and appreciative. "So, Julian, what do you usually do when you're not stuck in elevators with handsome men?" he teased, leaning a bit closer. I laughed again, feeling a bit bolder. "Read, mostly. And I like to paint sometimes." "An artist," he mused, "I should have guessed. I bet you're good at capturing beauty." I shook my head, "I'm not that good." "I bet you are," he countered, his voice soft. "Maybe you could paint me sometime." I glanced up at him, catching that playful glint in his eyes. "Maybe," I said, my voice barely a whisper now, the tension between us palpable, but in a good way, like the air was charged with the possibility of something more. Just then, the elevator jolted slightly, signaling that help might be on the way soon, but in that moment, I wished for just a bit more time trapped here with Alex. He stepped closer, the space between us now mere inches. His hand reached out, grabbing me by the waist, pulling me against him. His other hand went straight to my ass, squeezing it firmly. I felt a rush of warmth, my breath catching in my throat, but all I could do was smile, a shy, pleased smile. "Do you like this?" he asked, his voice a low whisper, his breath tickling my ear. I nodded, my eyes locked with his, feeling the heat from his body mixing with my own rising temperature. That was all the encouragement he needed. His lips crashed onto mine, kissing me with an intensity that made my knees weak. As his tongue explored my mouth, his hand moved under my skirt, slipping beneath my panties. His fingers found my clit, starting to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. I moaned into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming, the risk of being caught adding to the thrill. The elevator suddenly began to move, the machinery whirring back to life. We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily, our eyes wide with the sudden realization. He quickly adjusted his suit, smoothing out the wrinkles while I straightened my skirt and fixed my hair, trying to look composed. We couldn't help but laugh, a shared, nervous laugh that was partly relief, partly the thrill of what just happened. The doors opened to our floor, and we stepped out, the cool air of the office a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere of the elevator. We walked to our respective desks, not looking at each other but sharing a knowing smile before getting back to work, the secret of our intimate elevator moment hanging between us like an electric current.