Cathy was in the elevator at Andrew's place with him. Side by side, both facing the door waiting for it to open on the sixteenth floor. They were close together, her shoulder millimeters away from his arm. She looked into his face a few times; serious, thoughtful… What was he thinking? What could be going through his head right now? The smell of his perfume intoxicated the air and Cathy couldn't think of anything else; that smell so good, so sensual and exciting. Maybe she had been looking at him for too long, because he looked back at her and caught her gaze in a moment of desire. He remained quiet, but his eyes said it all — they announced what he was about to do. Andrew took two steps towards her, causing her to walk backwards until her back hit the elevator wall. He ran his fingers ove
