What or who are you running from or to?
Stamford King was running from his past. He wanted to get as far as he could from North Carolina because the only thing there for him was bad memories of Christmas past. At first all he wanted to do was get through the joyous holiday season and let the New Year start, but a chance meeting in an elevator at Director Enterprises stopped that thought cold.
Syeshia Jones never expected to meet a drop dead gorgeous hunk the day she yelled. "Hold the elevator," but that is what happened. She couldn't get over her instant attraction to Stamford King. Everything was going perfect between them until a week before Christmas.
Will they be able to patch things up or will both of them be spending Christmas morning alone?
"Please hold the elevator."
He quickly pressed the hold button and waited while the woman rushed on. She gave him a small smile as she stood next to him. "Thank you so much."
"You're welcome," he replied as his finger let go of the hold button and then touched the number for the floor he was headed to.
From the corner of his eye, Stamford glanced at the woman next to him. She looked to be in her late twenties. She was wearing a red shirt and a pair of tan pants. The rich color brought out her beautiful brown skin and he was surprised that he even noticed her. Her black hair was pulled into a tight bun at the back of her neck making him wonder how long it was.
African American women usually never drew a second glance from him, because they never seemed interested in dating him back in North Carolina... However, something about her did make him want to strike up a conversation.
"I apologize I didn't ask you what floor you wanted," Stamford said looking at the goddess beside him. The light floral scent coming from her was intoxicating.
"Oh, I'm running late. I didn't even think about telling you," she apologized then grinned. "I'm headed to the tenth floor."
Stamford pressed the number and wondered why he was so disappointed by the fact his elevator companion was about to get off. For some odd reason, he wanted her to stay on here a little longer with him.