EXCERPTS FROM “TO LIVE AND DIE IN BED-STUY”
The elevator doors opened and a powerful thrust of peaches mixed with Elizabeth Arden’s Red Door rushed into Edward’s nostrils. The scent not only peaked his curiosity, but also aroused him slightly. He shifted his weight from side to side, nervously. He could feel his sex growing in his pants. His heart raced, and his eyes darted from side to side, searching desperately for the cause of his semi erection.
The heel toe clopping of the high heel shoes vibrated in his head like a rhythmic drum. From the distance, between footfalls, Edward reasoned, this was a tall woman with a graceful stride. As the sound increased Edward did his best to collect himself. He managed to compose himself long enough to appear uninterested, but his eyes told a story that no control of his body could disguise.
The black leather coat she wore, poured into the elevator like fine wine into a crystal goblet. The brightness of her complexion, and the electricity of her smile, exploded into the tiny room like a ray of sunshine. Edward’s calculations were correct, her long curvy legs danced from the bottom of her three-quarter jacket onto the top of her black pumps matching her handbag, perfectly.
Edward positioned himself strategically at the elevator buttons. As he examined her, he flashed a healthy smile. He took pride in his pearly white, evenly spaced teeth. He had a habit of unveiling them, every chance he could.
“What floor are you going to?” Edward’s deep voice rumbled across the room and wheeled her head in his direction.
“Lobby, please,” she returned his question sharply, with the deliberate intent of a tennis pros’ backhand.
Although the button had already been pressed, Edward pressed the button again. This time, it was out of nervousness. She took two steps back and positioned herself in the rear right corner of the elevator.
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