me: a hot night and nothing more. Unfortunately, I don't go out with coworkers because, look, there are a lot of hot men in this company, it's hard to resist. I put on my headphones and listen to some music to occupy my mind and continue nodding my head to the few coworkers who pass by me. I get in the elevator and lower my head, lost in the sound of Demi, I love her strong and impactful lyrics that reach the soul. I press the button for the ground floor and continue lost in thought, tapping my finger on my leg.

The doors open and another person enters the room, but I don't bother to look at whoever it is. Oh, but the day couldn't get any worse, could it? The damn elevator stops me out of nowhere. I try to focus all my attention on the sound in my ears to forget what's going on around me, but in less than two minutes I'm poked in the arm, making me raise my head. Good grief, wet panties, who is this man? Tall, around thirty years old, blue eyes, unruly dark hair falling over his forehead, broad shoulders beneath his neat dress shirt, and he definitely has an enviable body underneath all those clothes. I snap out of my reverie when his mouth is gesticulating. Then I remember the headphones and the gunshots so he can see that he wasn't listening. - Hi. - I say. - You've been quiet since the elevator stopped, are you crazy? - He says in his beautiful masculine voice, but I roll my eyes at the crazy one. - I'm not crazy. - I move away and lean my body against the elevator wall. - Do you want me to go crazy in these few square meters? No, I don't, so I have to keep my mind busy. - Definitely crazy. Okay, I snort and tell him that right now I can't stay calm again, so I sit on the floor even though I'm tying my hair in a messy bun. - What are you doing? - He asks. - Sitting, didn't you see? - I answer ironically, receiving a cold look from him. - Standing up is no use, we've been here for about five minutes. - They'll come and get us out. - Even so, I'm not going to stand up, if I were you I'd follow my example. - I saw him analyzing the situation and looking around. He snorted but sat down in front of me. I need to distract myself quickly. It seems that remembering my words about not freaking out, the hot stranger starts a conversation. - Do you work here? - I nod. - I've never seen you. - I laugh and he looks like he doesn't understand. - You're lucky you've never seen me, it means you haven't had to go to HR to sign your resignation yet. - He gave a beautiful smile as soon as I said it but I didn't understand why. - You're really lucky. What do you do in HR? - Secretary. - I note without taking my eyes off him, which are still focused on mine. - What's your name? - Hayley. - I say, seeing him lean over and extend his big hand to me. - David. - I feel my body shiver, I don't know if it's because of his hoarse voice when he says my name, the contact of our hands or his gaze on mine. I turn my attention to my cell phone and he sent a message to Carol saying that I'm going to be late. I explain the situation briefly and soon receive a photo of Sam lying on the couch wrapped in his blanket and watching cartoons, making me smile in love with my little one. I turn my attention to my surroundings when I jump in fright at a noise and a voice calling us. - Hi. - I shout back. - The technician is already arriving. - I snort just thinking about how long we'll still be here. I start to feel short of breath being confined in this small space and I undo the first buttons of my blouse to get some air, but instead I receive the attention of a pair of eyes. - My face is higher up. - I say, holding back a laugh, but instead of looking away, he repeats the same gesture as mine, unbuttoning his shirt, leaving a piece of his chest exposed. - My face is higher up. - Son of a bitch, you even did it on purpose, argh. - Ha ha, you're such a jokester. - I say irritably. - You're the one who started it. I'm going to die in here with this man, people. I try to focus on thinking and looking at other places other than him or I'll observe more than I need to. Noises behind the door continue constantly, making me believe that they're close to getting us out of this little cubicle, but I still feel his gaze on me, making my body catch fire. - What are you looking at so much? - I ask, smirking again. - You. - I raise an eyebrow, making a face like, are you serious. - I've seen you somewhere before. - Probably at the company, since you also work here, right? - He nodded but continued to look at me. - Do you go to Open Life? - I widen my eyes for a moment, thinking about what to answer, holy shit, I can't believe he's already seen me there. - What? - I pretend not to be interested. - I knew I'd seen you somewhere before. - I deny and he smiles even wider. Before we can continue the subject, the door opens, freeing me from this damn conversation. He extends his hand to help me get up and we get very close to each other as soon as I'm pulled from the ground, I'm so close that I can feel his breath, but I take a step back. - It was a pleasure David, goodbye. - I almost run out of the building without giving him a chance to answer. Chapter 03 My beloved and most awaited days, also known as the weekend. Oh, how I love having some free time. - Take me to the park? - Sam asks after we eat ice cream and walk through the neighborhood streets. I always try to give him the most attention on the weekend to make up for it, so I try to go out and walk with him instead of staying stuck inside the house and get some fresh air. I sit on the grass in the park that's close to our building. It's not that great, but there's a nice patch of grass where a lot of people come to spend their free time like today. My little one starts running around me, getting my attention, and I clear my mind of all distractions so I can play with him. - Now for a bath. - I say, opening the front door. - But mommy. - He still makes that begging face, this boy is my son, people. - Bath. - I say firmly and take him, still sulking, but soon the frown disappears with a few tickles. After taking a bath and smelling nice, I sit with him and Jacey on the couch to watch a cartoon on a Saturday night. - Do you want to go out tonight? - Jacey asks as soon as Sam falls asleep. - Seriously? - He nods, making me smile. - Go ahead, Sam is already asleep and you've hardly been going out because of the exposure. - I'll be back before he wakes up. - I say, getting up. - Relax. I run to the bedroom and get ready as quickly as possible. I choose a black dress, tight on the body and