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her breasts.
I bet she’s got perfect breasts
. I averted my thoughts as I felt a twitch in my trousers.
God, that’s all I’d need
, I thought as I realised Elizabeth was now standing in front of me.
    She held out her hand, and I heard her voice of pure treacle say, “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Castle.” I took her petite hand she’d offered to me, and it felt so small and delicate in my huge hand. I shook it gently, and as I released it, I fell into step with her as we made our way to the lift. I said nothing of our first meeting, when she collided into me, as I’m sure she wouldn’t even remember and I don’t want to make myself look like a complete prat.
    As the lift doors closed, I could feel the close proximity of our bodies, and although we made polite conversation, I could feel the pull between us.
Surely, it’s not just me; she must be able to feel it too. She looks totally unfazed, so maybe not.
As I smiled and nodded along, I suddenly envisaged pushing her against the mirrored lift wall, holding her arms up above her head whilst my lips assaulted hers. I moaned, which brought me out of my daydream.
Oh, dear…please, God. I did not just moan out loud. Oh, how embarrassing.
I was a thirty-eight-year-old man acting like a horny teenager.
    We continued our easy conversation, and then I was off to have my meeting with George. When I left, she wasn’t there, and I felt bereft to not see her.
Sorry, but these cannot be natural feelings surely.
    I continued to take Cole’s place for the meetings, and after a while, when she warmed up to me, I began to look forward to our banter and friendly flirting. For the next couple of months, we continued this ritual every meeting and built up a friendship, and hopefully some sort of trust. On the day I finally plucked up the courage to ask Elizabeth out to dinner, I’d decided I needed to spend more time with this woman than the odd moments we currently shared. Elizabeth had become a bit of an obsession for me, and I had even taken to driving by her office just on the off-chance I might see her. I obviously realise this is not healthy, so I thought before I turned into a full-on stalker, I had better do something about it.
    I was pretty convinced she would turn me down, but I had to ask anyway. It was just dinner, so hopefully she would agree. All these feelings were new to me; I never worried about getting turned down by a woman, because quite frankly, I never got turned down…ever.
    I pulled my shoulders back up and I walked into her office building with the air of confidence that I always possessed, but as soon as I entered, there she was, standing, talking and laughing with the receptionist, throwing her head back and looking…just… gorgeous. This wasn’t right; they normally called her to come and escort me up. This had thrown me; it gave me no time to prepare myself. I was supposed to be having some calming thoughts while waiting for her to come down in the lift, but instead, I was thinking about her sitting astride me, writhing about and throwing her head back in ecstasy while shouting my name over and over.
    Elizabeth was then standing in front of me, smiling and talking…well, I think she was talking. Her mouth was moving, but it’s like I was in a parallel universe. I don’t know what had come over me, and it shocked me at the time because I had never had anything happen to me like that before. But as I stood there, and she gave me her breath-taking smile, I froze.
    I knew that she had asked me something, and was waiting for an answer, but I just stared at her and her damn extreme beauty and my mouth went dry…so dry it was stuck shut, or so it would seem.
    The enormity of what I was about to ask her had rendered me speechless; I could kid myself that it was just dinner, but I knew I wanted it to be more. I wanted it to be
much
more, and I was always used to getting what I wanted, but with Elizabeth, I was just not sure.
    We were walking toward the lifts