ELEVATOR WAYS

CHAPTER TWO

Elizabeth's eyes were heavy from last night's partying. Not that she particularly enjoyed partying. Yesterday, she had been forced by her business partners to go to the club to celebrate a big win. Lizzy would have appreciated celebrating this big win on her bed, in her home. Enjoying the quiet of the night.

If she knew nothing, she was quite aware that the American club was for nothing else except to get laid. Right now, she wasn't interested. She respected the UK clubs more. You could relax and chill with a bottle. No one was allowed to disturb you. And if a guy did walk up to you, and you waved him away, the chivalry in him would even make him apologize for disturbing you before walking away. Here in America, they would literally pester you till you gave in.

Anyway, she knew she had work to do today and meetings to attend, so she barely drank much. Her body and her eyes still felt heavy though. It was probably an effect of not having been to the club in a long time or not having alcohol in a long time.

She had been content watching her business partners dance their heads off on the dance floor alongside other strangers. At least that's how she saw them. Maybe if she had joined them, she would have shaken off the alcohol, and she probably wouldn't be feeling whatever it was that she was feeling at the moment.

In a way, she was glad she hadn't. Minutes of wine, alcohol, glasses and dances saw those fools partnering themselves in twos and threes and heading upstairs to get laid. Like she had thought earlier, her ideology about American clubs and getting laid was so indisputable.

She had wanted to get up and leave, but she knew better. One of her business partners couldn't do anything apart from s*x when she was tipsy. So she would have to wait to drive her back to her house. She could have called for a driver or a cab. But knowing Timi, she would probably lie with the cab driver too. Lizzy shook her head in disgust.

Then she saw him. She couldn't make out his facial features, but his bodily features were heavenly. God! He was grinding on a girl. Or she was grinding on him. Whatever it was, something was going down. She made it her obligation to watch them, as she had nothing better to do. While she occasionally sipped her wine, she watched them as one would do soap operas or telenovelas.

The lady held him by the hand and sexily led him upstairs. From his suit and his demeanor, she could tell he was from the business world. And the way he walked, it showed that he was a boss. An employer not an employee. He exuded so much confidence just by walking.

She still couldn't see him because his back was turned to her. His hair, even in the club light, shone. It was a dark brown color. He sure used good and expensive hair care. From a distance, she could tell how healthy his hair was. And his skin. God! He took off the suit as he walked up the stairs with the girl and rolled up his sleeves. In telenovelas, it was at this particular moment that they put on those intense tunes. The ones that set your inner thighs on fire.

Elizabeth caught herself just before they ascended the stairs fully. She turned her eyes away as they began to fondle at the entrance once again. She was getting too interested in whatever was going on. Whatever they were doing. She was here for a business celebration not to watch a live p**n scene. Although it didn't look like it now with all the business partners gone and having a great time of their lives while she sat there, content to be sipping away at her juice than be in a bedroom upstairs with a guy she barely knew, she was celebrating the success of a big business deal that she had drafted herself. It did feel good to be successful.

Just when she had made up her mind to leave them all here and get going, they began to descend the stairs one by one. The females looked spent and the males joyful. She shook her head in pity for them. It should have been the other way round. She settled their bills as she waited for Timi to descend the stairs.

She finally appeared, fully supported by her man for the night. Once again, Lizzy shook her. She seemed to have done that a lot tonight. One more hour with these people and her head was sure to come off. The guy helped Timi into her car and Lizzy drove off after brief goodbyes to the rest of the crew. She didn't want to stick around for a chat.

An hour later, she saw her at Tim's residence where she had to half drag her and half carry her all the way to the door. Perhaps that was why her body still felt heavy this morning. Timi's weight considerably outnumbered hers. She rang the doorbell twice to alert the housekeeper of their presence. While they waited, Timi's driver appeared. Lizzy left Timi with the driver and zoomed off. Whether Timi made it inside the house or got another round with the driver was something Elizabeth didn't want to know. Although she was already sure of the answer in her mind.

After reminiscing about the day's event, she got out of the car and walked towards the elevator. She had work to do. Today could not be anymore tougher, could it?