I thought that would be a fun premise for an Author Island short story first.
Trina sauntered into the elevator, black leather laptop case slung over one shoulder. To the other occupants, she looked like just another businesswoman back from a lunch meeting, suited up in navy blue, brown hair twisted up on top her head, boring pumps on her feet.
Little did they know that underneath her suit, she was wearing her bikini, her bare tanned legs a shade darker than this morning. It was her noon time secret.
"Hold the elevator!" a deep voice called out.
She would recognize that voice anywhere. Peter Valliant, V-P of Sales. Handsome, witty, single, and completely unaware that she obsessed over his every movement.
He squeezed on, sliding behind her. "Trina."
He knew her name. Peter Valliant knew her name. She felt light headed. "Mr. Valliant, sir."
"Peter." He grinned. "Half day?" He brushed against her again, against her sensitive rear.
Her face heated up at the criticism. She was only a few minutes late. "Lunch meeting."
"I see." His grin widened as though he found that funny. "You're a consultant, aren't you? On the accounting systems implementation."
He knew who she was, what she did. "Junior consultant, sir." Still. Even though she was a mere five years younger than him, a V-P. She might as well have underachiever written across her forehead.
"Peter," he corrected.
"Peter," she repeated, liking the sound of his name. "I report to Brian Sanford."
"A good man." He nodded, moving to the side to allow a man to exit, brushing against her again. She jerked away. "The post-analysis is almost complete, I understand."
"We'll wrap up on Friday, s.. Peter." And then she'd never see him again.
"Good." He sounded happy about that. Although the elevator was almost empty, he moved against her again.
"S… Peter," she squeaked, stepping aside.
"My stop." He exited and then held the elevator doors open, turning to face her. "Oh, and Trina…"
"Peter?" What now?
"I'd be happy to offer my services again tomorrow, if they're necessary." He looked down at her feet pointedly as the doors closed on his laughing face.
The floor of the elevator was covered in sand.
Kimber Chin's second novel, Invisible, is an exciting contemporary treasure hunt through a world of hidden identities. A world where loyalty and love can be found in the most unexpected places. To read an excerpt and to enter her monthly eBook contest, visit http://businessromance.com.
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