Chapter 4: Climax
As the elevator began its descent, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. The cool air in the elevator was a stark contrast to the heat that had begun to rise within me. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help it. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, and today, the flame was Richard Thompson.
The doors slid open, and there he was, standing in the hallway, his tall frame filling the space. He was wearing a fitted navy suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist.