"You'll never ride an elevator again without experiencing some hot fantasies."
Reviewed by Mandy Burns
Posted October 18, 2010
Romance Erotica Sensual | Romance Contemporary
Julie Thompson is beside herself with worry that her dream
of owning a successful advertising company is going down
the drain. She has to snag a major client to help cover the
overdue bills threatening to send her and her partner into
bankruptcy. The only things keeping Julie sane are the
brief, tantalizing encounters she has with a sexy stranger
on the elevator at work. The first time Julie becomes
adventurous on the overstuffed elevator, she backs into his
chest feeling an overwhelming desire to secretly touch him;
the gasp she hears gives her the power to search him out on
every elevator ride. To Julie's excitement, those
encounters are extremely frequent and always on a busy
elevator, until one night when she is leaving late, he's
there by himself waiting for her to get on for the ride.
Billionaire James Samuel Finn is not a typical rich man. He
is more apt to wear overalls covered in grease from working
on his electronics than a three-piece suit, which is why he
is more often than not without a girlfriend. Woman seem to
be drawn to the money he has instead of the man he is, so
after the first encounters with the sexy woman on the
elevator, he latches on to the autonomy and joins the fun.
James uses his resources as owner of the building and his
researching skills to find out everything he can about
Julie Thompson. Using the security cameras in the building,
he makes sure they ride the elevator together whenever
possible. Understanding that she thinks he is a maintenance
man, he gathers his confidence to get her alone to take
their encounters to the next step, hoping his lies will not
make her run when she learns the truth.
TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS is a sexy fantasy-filled read. You
will never ride another elevator again without thinking
about all the possibilities.
SEX AND THE WORKPLACE? OH YEAH!
It begins with some seriously sexy action in the elevator.
And it doesnâ€™t stop there. Julie Thompson is living out
her naughtiest fantasiesâ€¦at work. Who knew sheâ€™d find a
secret fling right in her own office building?
Sam Finn canâ€™t believe his good fortune. The undercover
multimillionaire has been watching Julie via the security
monitorsâ€¦and now he has her in his amrs anytime he wants!
And he wants her thereâ€¦a lot!
In fact, heâ€™s quickly becoming addicted to the great sex
they share. Unfortunately, heâ€™s just learned that Julieâ€™s
company is failing and sheâ€™ll be leaving for good in three
Itâ€™ll take all of Samâ€™s business savvy to save the
situation. But heâ€™ll do itâ€”even if it means making Julie
an offer she canâ€™t possibly refuse...
Thank God for coffee, James Samuel Finn thought as he
reached for his triple venti latte.
â€śI made it extra sweet`,â€ť said the barrista with a
smile. â€śYou look like you could use it this morning.â€ť
Sam gave her a rueful smile as he dropped a generous
in the jar. â€śAt least I got the project done.â€ť
â€śGood for you,â€ť she quipped as she turned to the next
Yes, Sam thought as he took that first glorious sip of
his coffee. Good for him, but more important, good for
company. Heâ€™d stayed up all night putting together the
prototype, hence the celebratory latte. He had just
time to polish up the presentation, change out of his lab
coveralls, and make it to the board meeting at ten. And
didnâ€™t he just feel like the genius inventor that everyone
thought he was.
â€śGet out of the way, you old bat!â€ť bellowed a
cabbie. â€śYouâ€™re blocking the road!â€ť
Sam started, looking up from his drink and blinking
rapidly against the bright sunlight. It wasnâ€™t hard to
find the source of the problem. An older woman, probably
in her seventies, was trying to parallel park an old Crown
Victoria. The thing was too big for downtown Chicago
parking, and the woman was too short to see well over the
dash as she inched her way into the spot. Meanwhile,
traffic was backing up behind her, including one extremely
irate cab driver.
â€śCome on, lady. You shouldnâ€™t be driving, and you know
â€śThatâ€™s enough!â€ť Sam snapped as he stepped forward.
woman needed help, not insults. He stepped out into
traffic, completely blocking the cab who was now trying to
squeeze his car around hers. The bastard started cursing
up a blue streak, but Sam ignored him. Instead, he
gestured for the woman to roll down her window.
She did, and he gently began directing her into the
parking spot. It wasnâ€™t that hard. Once she had someone
elseâ€™s eyes to rely on, she relaxed and slid easily into
â€śOh thank you!â€ť she breathed gratefully. â€śThe parking
garage was full, and I didnâ€™t know what else to do! I
never come out into the city, but my grandson fell and
broke his teeth, and this was the only time the dentist
available. Usually my daughter...â€ť
She rambled on, obviously still upset. Meanwhile, the
cabbie finally streaked past, throwing more insults as he
â€śDonâ€™t worry about it,â€ť Sam said as he waved to the
eight year old in the back seat. â€śThose guys give Chicago
a bad name.â€ť
â€śNo, no,â€ť the woman said as she finally killed the
engine. â€śHeâ€™s right. I should get a smaller car, but we
canâ€™t afford it. And this old monstrosity has been with
for twenty years.â€ť
He didnâ€™t say anything as she got her grandson out of
the car and headed toward the dentist. But as she was
walking away, he realized that she was a perfect candidate
for his prototype. Heâ€™d designed a strip of sensors that
attached to anythingâ€“robot, wheelchair, massively old carâ€“
and gave a beautiful display that anyone could read.
was even a state-of-the-art verbal interface. Making a
sudden decision, Sam popped open his cell phone and called
Roger, his best friend and CFO.
And hour later, the grandsonâ€™s teeth were done, Samâ€™s
coveralls were streaked with street grime and engine
grease, and the Crowne Victoria had his brand new
attached to its body. He even rigged a dashboard
attachment for the display.
â€śSee,â€ť he was telling Mrs. Evans now that she trusted
him enough to give him her name. â€śYou wonâ€™t have any
problems maneuvering out of the parking spot now. You can
see right on the display exactly how far you can move.â€ť
â€śWhy, itâ€™s just like on those fancy new cars!â€ť
Sam nodded. The system was actually a great deal more
powerful than what was in new model minivans, but that
wasnâ€™t important to Mrs. Evans. All she cared about was
that sheâ€™d be able to park with confidence now, even in
huge Crown Vic.
â€śWeâ€™ll be in contact in a few a weeks to find out how
itâ€™s working out for you,â€ť he said as she started up her
car. Then he stepped back and watched her maneuver out of
her parking spot like a champ. She was halfway down the
street when Roger finally spoke up.
â€śYou realize that equipment is worth far more than her
â€śWe need real world testing,â€ť he answered as he took a
sip of his latte. Damn, it had gone cold. Heâ€™d been so
hurried trying to get the prototype installed before
Kevinâ€™s teeth were done that he hadnâ€™t drunk his latte.
Now it was ice cold.
â€śYes,â€ť Roger concurred, â€śbut we need to test it in
environments like a NASA test center or a deep ocean oil
â€śChicago city streets are a harsh environment,â€ť Sam
â€śYeah? And what are you going to show to the board
in...â€ť Roger glanced at his watch. â€śIn less than an
Sam grimaced as he threw away his latte and headed into
the office building, Roger trailing behind. â€śI donâ€™t
know,â€ť he said. â€śIâ€™ll think of something.â€ť
â€śThis isnâ€™t the time to be taking big risks, you know.
Did you look at the last spreadsheets I sent you? Not
open the email, but actually read it?â€ť
Sam nodded absently as they entered the building.
Usually, heâ€™d go to the back service elevator, especially
since his coveralls were covered in street grime. But a
vision in yellow swept past him, and Samâ€™s libido took
control. Instead of turning left, he swung right to
the woman. Or maybe he was just trying to ditch Roger.
Unfortunately, his right hand man was not so easily
distracted. â€śIâ€™ve put together a slick package to
the board,â€ť he was saying, â€śbut they certainly have read
the spreadsheets, even if you havenâ€™t. Please tell meâ€“â€ť
â€śWhoâ€™s that woman?â€ť Sam asked, tilting his head toward
the vision in a flowing yellow sundress. It wasnâ€™t just
the dress that made her stand out. It was her smile and
the way she walkedâ€“all confidence and positive outlook.
And given that she was surrounded by dark suited office
stiffs, she stood out like the sun on a dreary day.
â€śWhat?â€ť Roger frowned at his friend. â€śArenâ€™t you
Sam shook his head. â€śBroke up six...er, seven months
Sam shrugged. The same reason he stopped seeing Marty
and Josie and Tammy. â€śShe wanted James S. Fielding,
millionaire, not plain old Sam.â€ť
Roger snorted. â€śThatâ€™s because Sam dresses in
and smells like engine grease.â€ť
Sam didnâ€™t answer. He was too busy maneuvering so that
he could get into the same elevator as the woman in
Julie Thompson was dressed for battle. Not in armor or
anything, but in a bright yellow sundress and sandals that
made her feel sexy, beautiful, and beyond brilliant. In
this outfit, nothing could stop her. Not a PR campaign
that refused to come together. Not rent coming due on
her minuscule apartment and her office space on the 17th
floor. And certainly not poor Harry, a young lawyer on
floor, who was buried under three huge boxes of folders.
â€śGoodness, Harry, doesnâ€™t the law firm have a dolly for
stuff like this?â€ť
Harry gave her a sad laugh. â€śWhy have that when you
force the first years to lug the crap?â€ť
They were standing in the elevator alcove, waiting
turn. She could tell by the bags under his eyes that the
guy hadnâ€™t gotten much sleep. And if his rumpled suit was
anything to judge by, what little rest heâ€™d gotten had
in his clothes.
â€śCome on. How heavy can it be?â€ť she asked as she
reached forward and lifted off the top box. â€śUmph!â€ť
didnâ€™t even cover it. Apparently, the law firm made the
first years lug files weighted with lead.
â€śDonâ€™t do thatâ€“â€ť cried Harry, but Julie was already
shaking her had.
â€śIâ€™ve carried much heavier stuff. Trust me.â€ť
He gave her a grateful smile as the elevator
dinged. â€śYouâ€™re the best.â€ť Then they both waited as the
people in front of them maneuvered into the cramped lift.
As this was a huge downtown high-rise, there were a ton
of people in front of them. Amid the suited professionals
from one firm or another, she also caught sight of one of
the bigwigs from the robotics firm on the top floor. He
was standing next to a janitor or something. The guy wore
dirty coveralls and had a dead leaf caught in his hair.
Whatever heâ€™d just been doing, it hadnâ€™t been easy.
he still looked cute even with the grease stain across his
forehead. And with his sleeves rolled up like that, she
could see his muscular forearms. It was silly to notice a
guyâ€™s forearms, but she did. And she liked the way he
smiled at her.
â€śExcuse me, excuse me,â€ť murmured Harry as he pushed his
way into the elevator.
â€śMaybe we should wait,â€ť Julie suggested. There really
wasnâ€™t room for everyone plus the boxes.
Harry flashed her a look of apology. â€śIâ€™m kinda late.
Let me just take the boxâ€“â€ť
â€śNo, no,â€ť Julie returned. â€śYouâ€™ve already got the
two. Weâ€™ll all fit,â€ť she said hopefully.
It was hard fitting herself and the huge box of files
in. She turned around to face the front, apologizing to
accountant from the fifth floor as she jostled him. Harry
had managed to somehow push their floor button, so Julie
simply had to back up enough to allow the doors to close.
It was a tight fit. It was a really, really tight fit,
and she ended up backing into the guy in coveralls. She
knew because she could feel the heavy cotton against her
backside. Then the accountant elbowed her, shoving her
even further back. She stumbled. Not badly. Hell, both
of her legs could be broken and she would be still
up right in this cramped space. But it did force her
bottom to bump hard against...
Oh my! That wasnâ€™t a zipper she felt pressed hot and
hard against her rear. That was coverall-guy getting a
very human reaction to her pressed against him. She ought
to feel mortified. She ought to feel embarrassed for them
both. Especially since there was nothing either of them
could do, crammed together the way they were. All she
could do was stand there pressed against his erection
she noticed that he was quite well endowed.
What to do? What to do? She didnâ€™t know, but for the
first time in months, she stopped thinking about her PR
company that was slowly going belly up. She stopped
worrying about how she would pay her next bill or drum up
her next contract. Her entire existence was absorbed with
the experience of feeling a manâ€™s erection press against
And in that moment, a bizarre sense of daring hit her.
After all, no one could see what was happening. They were
shoved into the back corner, completely anonymous and yet
completely intimate. Then without her even planning it,
biology took over. The elevator settled into a floor with
a bump. She allowed herself to drop a little hard back
onto Mr. Coverall, and then she squeezed. Yup. Right
there, she squeezed him for all she was worth.
She heard his gasp of shock and had to work to cover
smile. Good lord, had she just squeezed a perfect
stranger? Apparently so because as the doors pulled open,
she felt an answering pressure from him. Was he thrusting
against her? Oh. My. God! She was both excited and
appalled by the situation. And turned on like she hadnâ€™t
been in months.
And then, damn it, the ride was over. They had arrived
at the 17th floor. Julie stepped forward because she had
to. She didnâ€™t even dare look behind her to see his face.
Was his as red as hers? Was what theyâ€™d just done written
on the blush that she knew was staining her cheeks?
She followed Harry to the law office, handed off the
to another first year, and then headed to her own suite.
Web Wit and Wonder was her very own PR firm, started with
best friend and brilliant graphic artist Karen Wilson.
Unfortunately, it was going under. Thatâ€™s why sheâ€™d worn
this dress today. So she could bolster her confidence as
she tackled this last bid for a contract. Except now, all
she could think about was the shape and size of Elevator
Manâ€™s organ and how sheâ€™d...
â€śGood morning!â€ť called Karen as Julie entered their
office suite. â€śI brought muffins...â€ť Her voice trailed
away as she looked at her friend. â€śAnd my, donâ€™t you look
Hell. There was no fooling Karenâ€™s eagle eye. â€śUm.
Yeah. I think I need some coffee.â€ť Julie set down her
purse and went straight for the cappuccino machine.
Everything else in their office was striped down to the
bare essentials. But this lovely thing was a gift from
parents as an office warming present. Sadly, that hadnâ€™t
been all theyâ€™d given her. Theyâ€™d also loaned her money
start the business. And if Web Wit and Wonder didnâ€™t get
new contract soon, that debt was going to go unpaid.
â€śCome on, Julie. What happened?â€ť
Julie sighed. She knew sheâ€™d never get to work if she
didnâ€™t tell her friend the truth. â€śItâ€™s no big deal,â€ť she
said. â€śJust a, well, something happened in the elevator.â€ť
She told Karen it all. Everything in glorious detail
she could relive the thrill of it. Sheâ€™d never thought
sheâ€™d be someone to go for anonymous sex or even todayâ€™s
weird elevator fondle, but there was something so
in what sheâ€™d done. As if she were suddenly scandalous or
incredibly daring. It had just been a butt squeeze in a
full elevator, but right then, she felt like sheâ€™d walked
on the dark side. And Karen, bless her, found it just as
â€śYou have to do it again!â€ť Karen pressed.
â€śNo!â€ť Julie countered. â€śBesides, how could I?â€ť
â€śDonâ€™t be ridiculous. I get crammed into elevators all
the time. You just have to keep an eye out for your guy
and make sure toâ€“â€ť
â€śWhat Iâ€™m going to do is focus on this campaign. Our
proposal has to be perfect.â€ť
Karen waited a moment, then eventually huffed in
disgust. â€śFine, fine. All work and no play makes you a
Julie bit her lip, wondering just how much of the
and cents her artistic partner understood about their
company. â€śUm, you know, I was going over our books last
night and the pictureâ€“â€ť
â€śI know,â€ť Karen interrupted, holding up her hand to
silence her friend. â€śWell, I donâ€™t know the exact dollar
figures, but Iâ€™ve got a pretty good idea.â€ť
Julie nodded. There was nothing more to say to that.
Except, perhaps, that they would get through this. â€śWeâ€™re
going to put together a kick ass proposal. Weâ€™re going to
â€śAnd weâ€™re going to win the contract,â€ť Karen echoed
confidence. â€śI just know it.â€ť
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