Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up till I hit the ground

(Love in an elevator-Aerosmith)

Regina was going to get her man today! There was just no way she couldn't!

It figured, this mysterious man would occupy the entire top floor.

Regina was a reporter who worked for Good Day New York, was here to track down the City's Man of The Year, also one of the most mysterious men on the planet, as no one really knew anything about him. He kept himself extremely private, no one had any idea what the man looked like. He was one of the richest men in the city. He had an investment company, along with a few other companies all over the world. Those who worked for him, had to sign a written contract with an enormous penalty should they ever break his confidentiality.

Robin Locksley, a man who acquired companies like some acquired a sinus infection in the spring of the year. When he took over a company he always ended up making the company much more successful than ever. He associated with the elites of the town, but they too kept his secret. He was in many ways a thief of the city.

And Regina was determined to get her hands on him. Well, not literally, but she was sure she would finally be able to manage to do what no one before her had been able to do.

Interview him. Talk to him, one on one. Find out what made the man tick, anything about him. Her boss had sent her to do a job and she was determined to do it to the best of her ability. She had managed to find out through a few sources that Mr. Locksley was going to be in his main building this morning.

She walked through the doors of Locksley Enterprises, slapped her card down on the mahogany reception desk in front of the immaculately dressed receptionist, and blurted out her request to see Robin Locksley.

"I'm afraid you have just missed him," the receptionist said in that perfectly accented English that never failed to make Regina feel totally unworthy. "Mr. Locksley is already on his way back to England."

Damn!

The rush that had been going through her body since she had woken up this morning came to a sudden stop. She had done everything that she could do to make it here in time, before Locksley's billionaire CEO had left. But the morning commute hadn't agreed with her schedule. Neither had her stubborn cab driver, who didn't seem to understand her urgency to get here.

"Thank you," she murmured, wrapped her fingers around the card and sliding it back into her purse. "Would you happen to know where he's headed to in England?"

"You would have to ask his PA that," the blonde stated with a pointed look.

"How long has he been gone?" Regina chewed on her bottom lip.

"Hours," the other woman drawled.

She gave the other woman a nod, zipped up her purse and turned away from the desk. Sidney, her boss, wasn't going to be happy to hear about her failure to get Mr. Locksley. As she headed towards the doors, she looked and saw people getting off the elevator. Regina, on her gut instinct, decided to get on the elevator. As she got onto it, she pulled out her cell phone to let her boss know that things were not going according to plans.

As the elevator started its crawl upwards, Regina jabbed her fingers at number twenty-three a few times. She mumbled something about taking the stairs the next time. But then she argued with herself, with the heels she had on, and this skirt she wore. No way! She lifted her phone again and started typing again to Sidney.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator seemed to move faster, before coming to a halt.

And then the elevator went black.

"Well, now you've broken the damn thing," a voice sounded from behind her. Startled, she dropped her cell phone as it hit the floor of the elevator, Regina knew it was broken.

"Damnit! Look what you made me do!" she yelled as she bent over and started to feel around the darkness of the floor. "Can you give me some light here so I can find my phone?"

"I would love to."

"Thank you. I don't know what I would have done without you." Regina said sarcastically.

"If I had my cell phone."

"What?"

"I said, I would love to give you some light, if I had my cell phone with me."

"Are you kidding me? You don't have your cell phone on you? Who walks around without their cell phone?"

"You should try it someday; maybe if you were not so obsessed with yours, we wouldn't be in this jam."

Regina stood with her hands on her hips. "And how the hell did you come to that brilliant conclusion?"

"Well, if you weren't so engrossed on your phone, you would have noticed that someone else was on the elevator."

"So?"

"So if you have been paying attention, you would have noticed that I was on the elevator. And you wouldn't have jumped upon hearing my voice, and we would have light in here."

Regina felt the man moving closer to her, "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for your phone," he answered, from the direction of his voice she could tell he was lower and to the right of her now. After a few seconds she felt the air shift as he rose back up.

"Put your hand out."

"You're going to put my phone in it right?" Regina asked.

"No, I've got my pants down now and want a hand job. Of course I've got your phone now."

She smiled at his sarcasm and put her hand out, "Just give me my phone."

She shivered when she felt one of his hands brush along hers, then he held it as he placed the phone into her palm and closed her hand around it. "You have a beautiful smile. You should try doing that more often."

"It's pitch black in here. How the hell can you tell if I have a nice smile?"

"I can see your teeth." He let go of her hand, and Regina immediately felt a panic attack coming on.

No! Not now! Not with him!

She quickly grabbed blindly for his hand before he could pull fully away. "Uh...I'm sorry can you hold my hand for a second?"

He asked no questions and did as she asked. It was as if he could sense she needed his strength, she felt his hand close around hers several times, giving her a good squeeze to let her know he was here. Finally after a minute or so, she let go of him, "Okay, you can let go now. I had a little panic attack."

"It's over now?"

"They come and go at times."

"Okay, so tell me what I can do to help."

"I need to massage my balls."

"Excuse me?"

"I have balls. Massaging them really helps."

"Your balls? You look like a woman to me, pretty damn shapely from the back as far as I can tell."

"They're stress balls." Regina said rolling her eyes even in the dark at him. "They help me calm down." She started digging into her purse trying to find them.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm trying to find them, I just can't...seem to find them."

He chuckled, "I have some balls to massage if you need to."

"You're nauseating. Keep your balls in your pants."

"Oh take it easy. I'm just trying to lighten the mood and I seemed to take your mind off your panic attacks."

Finally, finding her balls, she pulled them out, "Here they are!" She begins to rotate them in her hands, letting them do their work.

"They actually do something for you?"

"Yes. Here open your hands," she places the balls in his palm, "Keep them separated with the use of your index finger." After a few seconds she felt him using the wrong finger, "No, I said the index finger, not your middle finger."

"Ah good. I better rest if so, I can make good use of my middle finger."

"Be serious. Now give them to me."

"I once went on a date with a woman who told me she had some balls up her hoo ha."

"Ben Wa balls."

"So, you are familiar with them?" the man asked.

"Yes."

"What are you, the balls expert?"

"Hardly."

"Ever used them?"

"No, I don't need balls to have an orgasm." Regina answered.

"So what does it take for you to have one?" the man asked.

"Talent." Regina said without thinking.

"Is that right?"

Regina couldn't see him, but she could sense him smiling at her in the darkness.

"Okay, this conversation is getting weird."

"Getting weird? This whole ride in this elevator has been since you wanted to massage balls."

That broke the ice again, and they both started to laugh. Regina went to sit down against one wall of the elevator, she felt the man join her as well. A few moments of silence passed between them. She closed her eyes and had to admit, the man smelled freaking amazing. He had a mix of cologne with his own manly scent. His voice alone was sexy.

"What do you look like?" Regina asks.

"You'll find out eventually."

"Only trying to make conversation."

"What do you think I look like?" His voice was arousing by itself.

Regina cleared her throat before answering, "You actually have a very nice voice, very light and mature. I kind of pictured you as a dashing, older man. Maybe you look like James Bond."

"I'll take that."

"What about me?" Regina asks.

"Well, I only got a look at you from behind. So all I know is that you have an amazing ass, and a beautiful smile."

Suddenly the lights had turned back on.

When Regina turned to him instinctively, she stopped short as her heart seemed to stop. She looked at him for several seconds before acting. This guy was far more handsome than she could have imagined.

He looked nothing like James Bond. He was hotter, younger, and more rugged. She put him in his early-mid thirties.

Her elevator partner had striking steel blue eyes, dark blonde hair, and he was sporting just the right amount of scruff over his beautiful defined jaw.

No words would come out of her mouth initially, until finally she was able to speak. "Hi."

He flashed a dangerous smile with dimples. "Hi."

Wow her partner was a fox!

The man looked at her, and thought to himself how he had only seen her from the back before the lights went out. Now, he was staring into her beautiful, brown eyes, feeling like this elevator mishap wasn't such a bad thing.

Regina cleared her throat, "The lights came back on, but we're not moving."

He pushed on some buttons, "Seems that way, but with the lights on, that's sign we're moving in the right direction." And by moving in the right direction, he didn't mean his dick in his pants that he swore was twitched when he watched her tongue coming out and licking her bottom lip.

Just then the elevator moved...downward, whizzing through the floors. Regina started to think she was a little crazy. This wasn't so bad...She took a couple of deep steadying breaths and relaxed her fingers around the bar. She could do this, she repeated like a mantra in her head, until the elevator picked up speed. Twenty, Nineteen, Eighteen...Was is just her imagination, or were the floors whizzing by faster than before? Her heartbeat accelerated. She must be imagining it because elevators didn't change speed, did they? The numbers whizzed by faster. She flicked an alarmed look at the hunk. He was staring at the numbers too.

They were definitely accelerating.

"Wh-what's happening?" she whimpered out, clutching the bar behind her.

He swung to look at her, his mouth set in a grim line. "I don't-"

The rest of his words were ripped from his mouth as the elevator slammed to a sudden, screeching halt. She shrieked as the force of the impact tore her hands from the bar and sent her careering forward. The stranger lunged for her, but the bouncing elevator threw him off balance and he slammed into her. The floor came up to meet them, the heavy weight of his body crashing down on hers. The sound of her head hitting the tile reverberated in her ears.

Then everything went silent.