As soon as she walked onto the elevator, Phil became fidgety. He was sharply dressed, with his work suit and leather briefcase, but she was disconcertingly beautiful: the picture of an Amazon queen. Golden ringlets framed a face that was kind and open, but her eyes…they were such a rare shade of jade green, and flashed with such intensity, that her gaze was hard to meet. She wore a short, low-cut floral print dress well suited to the warm weather, and Phil had to struggle to keep from leering at her breasts and nylon-sheathed legs.

            She smiled at him. He tried to voice some sort of greeting, but could only make his lips move to frame some dry rasping noises from his throat. Nodding as if they both understood his meaning, he looked down at his feet, resigned to riding to the lobby in abashed silence. Read more…