I usually took stairs to get down but I had to leave early morning so I could submit reports to my office while I went for an audit. Whenever I go for an audit, I am very well dressed, that means I wear heels too. For which I took the elevator.

Now as a divorced mom with a 12 year old son, I was focused on my career path and duties of a mother but never thought about dating in this new city. Making friends was tricky but not hard, so the neighbors were good people and the floor above had some bachelors who used to work nearby.

This morning I had worn a grey dress with a white blazer with matching heels. With right curves and right mind I got in the elevator.

Eli was in the elevator, he used to stay in the flat above mine. A moroccan man in his mid 20s, handsome and smelling ever fresh. I used to fantasize him whenever I would pleasure myself. I greeted him morning and I blushed, pressing P1. After 5 seconds suddenly the elevator stopped and I got jump-scared and I almost tripped but Eli grabbed and held me from behind.

I apologised and just panicked, I could not understand what just happened. Eli started pressing emergency button and somehow got the watchman online and he explained the situation.

The watchman told that it would take at-least 20 minutes for the maintenance team to reach and we need to stay there calmly. As soon as I heard 20 mins, I started to get a panic attack and I frantically searched my purse for my pills which I take for anxiety. Seeming my state, Eli asked if I need water coz he was having his backpack with him, and he gave me the bottle. I just swallowed the pill and gulped some water.

Still I was in panic shock so my legs were jittery and weren’t stopping so I just sat down and tried to calm myself, Eli just kneeled down and opened his arms and as if I knew what to do, I just hugged him. The hug calmed me down and we sat in the hug for 2 mins.

I could almost hear his heartbeat get loud and feel through. Strangely, I started to scratch his back, and he grunted…