08-12-2021, 09:38 AM
Rich smirked as he read the note, noticing the huge heart that Candice had drawn next to her name. She should have drawn a lump of coal, he told himself. It would have fit her disposition much better. "Thanks," he said off handedly, slipping the note into a folder sleeve in his tool box made specifically to hold paper ----------------- "DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT IT IS IN HERE?"
Candice screamed into her celluar phone, an hour later, on the line with the hotel manager. "I have been stuck in this elevator forever and without any air to cool this place down, it now feels like a blasting FURNACE!"
Rich shook his head and smiled as he watched her. "What do you mean, you can't do anything?" she hollered into the speaker. "Get a worker to go into the elevator shaft, and get me out of here! I'm burning up!" "Two hours!" she boomed seconds later. "Well that's just fine! I can assure you that I will never do business with this hotel again, and I will discourage any of my friends as well!" She hung up. Candice stomped her high-heeled foot into the plush carpet of the elevator. "Damn people! They now say they'll only send someone to us in the elevator shaft if the power doesn't come back on two hours. That would classify as an 'emergency' in their eyes." Rich wiped his sweat-covered forehead with an old rag.
Without the air conditioner on, the temperature in the elevator had risen dramatically. It was a very hot day outside, at least 100 degrees. It felt that same way in the elevator, if not worse.
"What are you doing?" Candice demanded as she watched Rich slip his t-shirt up and over his head
"I don't know about you," he said, standing up, "but I'm not going to sit here in clothes and roast like a pig." "You can't take your clothes off!" she exclaimed. "Don't worry," he told her, stepping out of his work boots. "I will not go totally naked on you. I'll just strip down to my boxers."
"What!?" Candice ex ploded. "Put your clothes back on!" Rich unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. Candice cringed and turned her face in disgust. "I'm not going to swelter in this heat," he told her.
"Once the electricity comes back and this thing starts moving again, I'll put my clothes back on." Candice shook her head in total disbelief. Why did she have to be trapped in this elevator?
Why did the electricity have to shut off when she was in this elevator? "I'm better than this!" she told herself. For the first time, however, Candice noticed Rich as someone other than a stereotypical, dirty workman. She watched him settle down into the corner, wearing only silk boxers, the remainder of his clothes piled nex t to him on the floor. Rich had a muscular frame and his body was well-defined, especially his chest, which looked strong and powerful. He had wide, broad shoulders and a lot of muscle tone in his arms. He also had a stomach which was as hard as a washboard. Candice even noticed that his face wasn't all that bad-looking, either. He was, in fact, quite handsome.
But she shoved those thoughts out of her mind, turning around so she couldn't see him.
Candice screamed into her celluar phone, an hour later, on the line with the hotel manager. "I have been stuck in this elevator forever and without any air to cool this place down, it now feels like a blasting FURNACE!"
Rich shook his head and smiled as he watched her. "What do you mean, you can't do anything?" she hollered into the speaker. "Get a worker to go into the elevator shaft, and get me out of here! I'm burning up!" "Two hours!" she boomed seconds later. "Well that's just fine! I can assure you that I will never do business with this hotel again, and I will discourage any of my friends as well!" She hung up. Candice stomped her high-heeled foot into the plush carpet of the elevator. "Damn people! They now say they'll only send someone to us in the elevator shaft if the power doesn't come back on two hours. That would classify as an 'emergency' in their eyes." Rich wiped his sweat-covered forehead with an old rag.
Without the air conditioner on, the temperature in the elevator had risen dramatically. It was a very hot day outside, at least 100 degrees. It felt that same way in the elevator, if not worse.
"What are you doing?" Candice demanded as she watched Rich slip his t-shirt up and over his head
"I don't know about you," he said, standing up, "but I'm not going to sit here in clothes and roast like a pig." "You can't take your clothes off!" she exclaimed. "Don't worry," he told her, stepping out of his work boots. "I will not go totally naked on you. I'll just strip down to my boxers."
"What!?" Candice ex ploded. "Put your clothes back on!" Rich unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. Candice cringed and turned her face in disgust. "I'm not going to swelter in this heat," he told her.
"Once the electricity comes back and this thing starts moving again, I'll put my clothes back on." Candice shook her head in total disbelief. Why did she have to be trapped in this elevator?
Why did the electricity have to shut off when she was in this elevator? "I'm better than this!" she told herself. For the first time, however, Candice noticed Rich as someone other than a stereotypical, dirty workman. She watched him settle down into the corner, wearing only silk boxers, the remainder of his clothes piled nex t to him on the floor. Rich had a muscular frame and his body was well-defined, especially his chest, which looked strong and powerful. He had wide, broad shoulders and a lot of muscle tone in his arms. He also had a stomach which was as hard as a washboard. Candice even noticed that his face wasn't all that bad-looking, either. He was, in fact, quite handsome.
But she shoved those thoughts out of her mind, turning around so she couldn't see him.
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