Marilynn felt his hot breath on the back of her neck. She heard the timbre and resonance of his voice in her ear, saying sweet nothings; even his comments about the weather made her think they were lying together on the beach of some tropical paradise. She felt the touch of his body behind her; his strong arm ready to hold if she fell. The rippling muscles of his still-shirted torso…
God! How she hated these daily get-to-work rides in an overcrowded elevator.