CHAPTER 3
CHLOE DUARTE
I get off the elevator with my cell phone in my hand and without looking back, I do not know where I am anymore, I am lost and stunned.
Did this happen?
I know it's a childish attitude, but I even pinch my arm to see that everything was very real, for a moment I think about what could have happened if the elevator did not work again at that moment, would I be so crazy as to have sex with a stranger in a Company elevator in the middle of the night?
I turn around and wait for the elevator again, when I enter this time there is no mysterious man, just me and my unanswered questions, I climb to my floor and finally find my bag in a corner.
When I get to the ground floor, I close my eyes and take a deep breath feeling the fresh night air caressing my face, at least I hope my face is not all red...
I walk a few meters seeing my friends leaning against a wall of the building, Sam is with his arms crossed around his body, while Matt fights or argues with someone on the phone, when my friend's blue eyes meet me I see him rush to call another taxi.
“Wow, you took your time! Were you making out with some guy in the elevator, or what?”, Matt says grinning after finishing the call.
God, damn it!
Matt and his exaggerated sense of humor, but at least this time he got it right.
This mysterious man seems to have come out of a book of erotic romance, because I never imagined that this could happen to me or another woman in the world, thought that a situation like this only existed in novels and romantic books, but I see that the impossible is very capable of becoming completely possible for anyone, let alone when you expect it.
Still looking at my friends without being able to say a word, I see Sam uncross his arms still staring at me.
“You guys are too quiet, did something happen? Did you see an evil wolf, Red?”, A little smile appears in his mouth making me blush with shame.
I turn my face not to embarrass my reaction since it would not be a good idea to tell my friends that I lived a crazy and exciting experience with a stranger inside the elevator while they waited patiently for me outside.
“Let's stop talking, let's do this?”, I decide to change the subject immediately,
Our friend puts his hand on my heart as if disappointed with my sudden change of subject, I make a face and walk away a few steps to understand that I want to leave here soon.
“Okay, let's go! Let's enjoy a party as it should!”, to my happiness, she falls into mine and forgets the previous subject.
Thank God for the...
In a few seconds, a new taxi appears, and a laugh escapes me when our friend enters the car giving a little shake nothing subtle, Matt follows her with a smile on her face, but doubt prevents me from doing the same as them.
Wow! I haven't had the time or opportunity to see the face of the mysterious, but what if it's a co-worker?
The heartbeat accelerates quickly leaving me totally in shock, watching my expression, Matt asks me if I'm okay, but I can only agree with the head and then I get into the taxi.
To my happiness and unhappiness, several weeks have passed since the exciting event inside the elevator and the Company's birthday party, the normal days have returned, and the teams have returned to their activities quickly.
And as always, I'm at my desk at work which makes a boundary with Matt's, we're working on a project that Adam, our manager passed us earlier this week.
“Matt, I love you, but sometimes it's more than necessary to be silent while your colleague is focused on work.”, I say snorting to hear your singing by my side.
“I know that, but I can't help it, princess!”
“So, speed it up, because if you don't finish this image before our shift ends, I swear you'll regret it!”, I threaten in a playful tone.
“Hmmm, this seems very interesting to me, you, and I alone in these dark rooms, the excitement caused by the forbidden, my fertile mind has some ideas in mind that...”
“You should propose this to Camily, I'm sure she would accept it immediately.”, I say referring to the human resources manager.
A despicable little woman who started picking on me from day one, a complete fake who hates her with all my strength and who is very apparent in the passion she feels for Adam, but sometimes she is content to hit on Matt in a very subtle way.
I do not blame the cow, since my friend is beautiful to die for, a bad-boy vibe makes women crazy.
“Trust me, she'd love to throw those silicone boobs in your face!”, Mocking with a smile.
“It may be... but...no. I'm afraid of suffocating.”
An uncontrolled laugh comes out of me, calling and attracting several looks from our other colleagues who must think we are crazy, but Matt is right, Camily is very gifted. Congratulations to her plastic surgeon.
“Our princess, you are very mean to me...”, he says putting his hand on his chest with a dramatic expression on his brown face.
The face with a would face that makes him laugh before returning to face his computer still with a stupid smile on his mouth.
This is my routine working with Matt, the advantage is that I'm never down, he always finds a way to cheer me up with his antics.
At noon we are tired of getting our eyes glued to the screen of our computers, so we met Sam for lunch at one of our favorite Italian restaurants near work.
“Wow, my day was full! I'm finished!”, Sam comments with a tired expression.
Samanta works as a secretary in the reception of the building, sometimes I wonder how she can meet that huge crowd that does not stop parading around the building daily.
“But at least, you don't have a disturbing being who has to endure every single day...”, I say looking at Matt and listening to Sam's laugh.
“Each one with their problems, but their problem there at least is beautiful!”, she chews pointing with a fork in the direction of Matt who blinks grateful.
“Do you still practice pole dancing in that studio?”, I ask taking a sip of my natural juice.
“Yes, that's my refuge! In pole dance classes I forget that I must deal with executives stressed daily”.
The waiter interrupts us to pick up our dishes and take our dessert order.
“You know, the rumors about Camily are getting bigger and bigger.”, my friend says rolling her eyes.
Yeah, Sam hates the human resources cow, too, so we're a team against Camily Sparke.
With a twinkle in my eyes, I lean towards Sam when I hear the cow's name, when it comes to speaking ill of that woman, I'm always willing.
“Looks like Adam's pretty tense, huh?”, she comments.
I confess that I never understood the relationship between these two, I have seen Adam being kind and other times being cold and insensitive to her.
And to our misfortune, when Adam is being cold to her, the consequences fall on us, as the cow discourses her moodiness on the poor employees of the Company.
“Last week I saw them leaving the elevator in stride, Camily was almost yelling at him, and I can't tell you how the visitors were!”, she tells.
“I hate this woman, she teases me without me doing anything.”, I tell rolling my eyes.
“Anyway, Adam's patience is impressive!”, I agree with my friend.
Every time she insists on filling my patience, I have a lot of desire to return at the same time, but I control myself because the cow has a lot of influence and could use to fire me in seconds for having insulted her.
When the waiter comes back with our desserts with all dedication and care, I get thoughtful.
“You know, I've never heard rumors about Mr. Michel, it's funny as hell...”
“Some time ago I heard that he was gay, but soon these rumors disappeared quickly.”, She responds by cutting a piece of her pie.
“People who have nothing to do, maybe he likes to keep his private life just for himself, he's very reserved, but that doesn't permit them to spread things like that around the company.”, I say my opinion about Jake.
“Hmm, are you defending Jake, Chloe? Ah, I forgot that it was he who saved you before you ended up cursing the poor security guard on the day of that celebration...”, Matt's comment makes me roll my eyes.
Of course, I find Jake very attractive since our ages seem to be very close, besides being charming he knows how to treat a woman well, the few times we came to talk I had the feeling that he was out of a period book because in addition to polite and kind his way of speaking resembles ancient times, which intensifies his charm to me.
“I'm just commenting on my opinion on the subject of Matt, of course, Jake is very beautiful, but it's just that, he's not my type...”, I say and the memories of a few weeks ago come back quickly in my memory.
“And what is your type, princess?”, Matt smiles leaning towards me, from the corner of his eye I realize that our friend's question also caught Sam's attention.
My kind of man? The same as the mystery guy in the elevator, but I can't tell them that way.
“I don't care much about looks, but I'm attracted to intense men with attitude and who enjoy a forbidden adventure, the dominant kind of man, but who knows perfectly well when to be romantic, the kind that makes you shudder with just a few touches, the guy who treats you like the only woman in his eyes, who constantly reminds you that you're exclusively his...”, I get lost in words realizing that I described in detail the elevator guy.
I sigh and raise my head seeing that my friends are still looking at me, I blink a few times and start cutting the piece of my chocolate pie.
“What a detailed description, huh?”, I don't answer when Sam says.
“I fit all those requirements, I'm sorry, but I can't have a real relationship, but if you want to try one night with your buddy here, you know where to find me, princess.”
I feel my face blush when he blinks his brown eye at me.
“I like Jack too, he's got a nerdy face with those glasses, but I'm sure he's got something good under that expensive suit. Not to mention, that his function must have a lot of pressure, as he does not leave his cell phone…”, I agree to close my eyes and savor the chocolate coating of my pie.
"But you know what they say about men who are too polite and too warm? They are very good in bed, and they know how to drive you crazy, I've had some experiences that prove it, quiet is the sauciest”, and it doesn't end there:
“I met and went out with an IQ technician a long time ago and was surprised by the man's performance, I thought it would be super romantic, but the guy turned into someone else at that time, even slaps in the ass I took!”, she counts on her eyes shining as she remembers the experience she had, a fit of loud laughter hits me as Matt coughs and spits out the water he was drinking.
At night when I finally get to my apartment, I throw my things on the coffee table and fall on the couch, with arms crossed and legs stretched.
“My God, what a day!”
I close my eyes for a few seconds when I hear a very characteristic noise...
It's my cat, Mia, who soon joins me on the couch, with a smile I take her in my arms and place her over my legs, caressing her soft and snow-white hair as her purr fills the room.
I make one last caress on her head and she soon jumps from my legs to lie on her bed on the floor, I take advantage and take my notebook, as every night I write a few chapters to a story I'm creating, is one of my passions after cooking, I created a few weeks ago when I lived that crazy experience in the elevator of the Company, it is a novel where the protagonist goes through something similar.
Similar no, identical my experience is the best to say, decide to write to people I've never met than tell my friends the stupid thing I did besides having been involved with some acquaintance or colleague, the fans that I earn more each day encourage me to continue with the daily chapters, that is, I'm writing about my life, but keep fictitious names in the story.
As I open and wait to load the comments from my last post, I leave the computer on the couch and get up to prepare something to eat.
For my total happiness and relief, my refrigerator is always full, in addition to writing I love cooking, I am a regular customer of the market, and I always buy everything.
I prepare pasta with cheese and other appetizers quickly, of course, Mia appears at my feet to steal some pieces that fall on the floor, while I wait to cool, I put fill your bowl with food and change your water again.
I leave her with her food, while I put mine on the plate and go back to the room, while I devour my meal, read the new comments with a proud smile on my face, create an account, and start writing on this site was one of the best things I've ever done, It's like I said, sometimes I feel alone in this city and these people who follow me decrease a little this loneliness I feel.
I am happy to know that my last published chapter has yielded many comments, people praising me and others wanting the next chapter, do not waste time, finish dinner and start today's chapter.
When I finish an hour and a half later, I post the new chapter wishing that tomorrow night has twice the votes and comments of the previous chapter.
I answer all comments and close the notebook exhausted, take a shower, put on my favorite pajamas SpongeBob, and brush my teeth before bed...
This morning I almost missed the time, I was so tired the night before that I ended up sleeping too much that I couldn't hear the cell phone waking up.
Desperate, I got ready at full speed, without the drug of time to elaborate on a more suitable hairstyle, I had to settle for a bun in my hair, I hate when I'm late, and it rarely happens to me.
Surrounded by the crowd, I give a quick nod to Sam at the reception who is trying to meet everyone, quickly enter the elevator and give a sigh of relief when I reach my desk.
But that relief doesn't last long because I run into Adam.
“Good morning, Chloe!”
“Hey, Adam, what's up?”, Informal greeting, since that's what he asked for on my first day at work.
He waves opening a beautiful smile, I know what comes next when my manager opens that smile, he will give me a new project to work on.
“Can you take this folder to Jack?”, he asks gesturing to a thick folder in his hands.
“I don't have time to play his secretary...”, he ends up frowning.
I don't know what happens between Adam and Jack.
“Oh, yes!”, I groan opening a smile.
I try not to twitch my forehead or widen my eyes when Adam puts his hand on my arm and says with green eyes fixed on me:
“Thank you, I knew I could count on you, Chloe!”, he blinks one eye causing me a stun.
“But where is Mr. Michel's floor?”, I ask to receive the folder.
“On the top floor.”
“On Mr. Colucci's floor?”, I ask with my voice failing to think about finding the boss and doing something stupid, as I always do in serious situations.