I resisted intervening, reminding myself drunken behavior was commonplace here in Las Vegas.
After the elevator dropped off the man, a young couple got on and started making out right next to me. I gave them the stink eye, but to be honest—I was slightly envious of them.
They went at each other with such fury—I just wasn’t used to that. They were young and seemed in love.
I expected the elevator to take me down to the bar on the first floor, but it was going up, not down, and we stopped all the way up at the eighty-second floor.
I didn’t even know this buildinghadan eighty-second floor.
But when the elevator doors opened, the most attractive man I’ve ever seen in my life stood in front of me. His blue eyes sparkled with intensity, and his jaw clenched. He smelled minty and the navy blue suit he wore didn’t have a wrinkle to be found. His short brown hair had thismessy without trying to be messylook going on.
Time slowed and my lips parted as I realized he was glaring directly at me.
My palms started to sweat a little, and my heart sped up. I forced a nervous lump to the back of my throat and swallowed. I suddenly felt bare, like I’d made a mistake by going full out with my red dress tonight.
He stepped toward me and I felt a chill roll down my spine.
I don’t know why, but as crazy as it was, I got a feeling like this gorgeous stranger was about to justmake a move on me.
My heart beat out of my chest and I contemplated what I would do if he did. And I couldn’t believe it myself when I decided I was ready to just go with whatever this man wanted to do with me.
And then I realized he was wasn’t looking at me at all.
His eyes steadily gazed at the couple behind me, still making out. As he slipped past me, I moved to the side as our elevator finally started to head down.
“Yo, what’s up Shane?” he bellowed, slapping him on the back. “Was your room taken or something!?”
A moment earlier, I had been either afraid or aroused by this handsome man; I wasn’t sure which. Now, I felt silly that I had just completely imagined a scenario where hot suit man would make a move on some girl in an elevator he didn’t know.
And also, I felt a little gypped, if I was being honest, since I was in Vegas and this was YOLO weekend for me.
The couple behind me paused in their makeout session, looking up to address the man in the suit. I leaned up againstthe side wall of the elevator with my eyes on the door, and nonchalantly eavesdropped on their conversation.
The young man,Shane, his name apparently was, shrugged. “What can I say? I couldn’t keep my hands off her.”
“False,” the women interjected. “It wasmewho couldn’t keep my hands offyou.”
Oh, aren’t you two just adorable.
“I thought you had a private elevator?” Shane asked the man in the suit.
“I do. It’s broken though. Bullshit. So this is ...”
“Natalie,” the young woman said, reaching her hand out. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Obviously.”
Keeping my eyes forward toward the elevator doors, I smiled. I was learning all about another group of friends, and I had to admit I was enjoying eavesdropping. Why hadNatalie,Shane’s girl, not metHandsome Suitbefore? I stole a glance at her. She was blond with sun-kissed skin.
I stole another glance at the Unnamed Handsome Suit.
“Well thanks for whatever role you played in that, Dustin LeBlanc. Such a pleasure to meet you. I didn’t even recognize you without your jersey,” Natalie said.
Dustin LeBlanc. Holy shit.
“I know, I know. I hate this thing,” he said, tugging at his collar. “They’re making me do this silly happy hour appearance for the CSC. Flirt with some doctors, I don’t know. At this point, I just do whatever my coach tells me to. I need to get back in the people’s good graces. It’s all for show, anyhow.”
My blood boiled when I heard those words. Dustin LeBlanc was a walking example of why I so strongly disliked the athletes at these sorts of things. Just here for the good PR.
Too bad your personality isn’t as good as your looks, old Dustin.
