The Elevator of Desire

When the elevator came to a standstill with a quiet jerk, an electrical stimulus shot through the air. Lisa, a young woman with an unforgettable smile, had just finished her work on one of the upper floors of the high-rise building. The elevator was empty, the doors closed behind her. With a sigh of relief, she pushed the ground floor button when another passenger suddenly stepped in. Mark, a good-looking colleague whom she only knew fleetingly, smiled at her. His eyes sparkled mysteriously and the tension in the small cabin was almost palpable. Lisa could feel her heart beating faster. The elevator started moving, but after just a few seconds it stopped with a jerk. The lights flickered and it became quiet. “Oh no, it's not good!” She muttered while nervously playing with her hair. Mark took a step closer, his gaze fixed on her. “Don't panic, we're not alone.” He leaned over to her, his warm lips just a few inches away from her ear. “What would you do if we were stuck here?” he asked softly as their eyes met and there was an indescribable crackling sound between them. Lisa felt her breath get faster. The space around her seemed to be heating up, and she knew she couldn't go back. She slowly turned to him, her hearts beating at the same rate. It was the moment when all rules were shaken and desire took over. Mark leaned closer to her, his lips almost on hers, when suddenly the elevator doors opened and catapulted her back into reality. But the look in his eyes left no doubt: the adventure had only just begun.