To Cure the Playboy

He was wearing a clearly very expensive suit, tailored to perfection. His eyes are what stood out the most; the greenest I had ever seen, with blue visible in some spots. His hair was a dark brown, combed neatly to the side. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I felt like a complete dumbass for staring but I just could not stop. He was so attractive, it was ridiculous.

"I feel fucking stupid in this damn suit,” He said while tugging on his jacket.

"It's only for today, and then you can go back to Levi's and t-shirts,” The woman said, still glued to her phone. He smiled at the thought of being able to wear casual attire.

He looked very familiar, once I studied his face. So familiar, it puzzled me.

and respect. This is crucial. If you mess this up, it's over,” She said. He nodded, obviously uninterested in what

waiting for you when you get o-" Before she could finish, the man turned around and looked at me, with and irritated look on his face.

to have to get

Shock that he actually said that to me, and disbelief that...he actually said that to me! I looked around the elevator, under my feet and on the

your name anywhere

my comment. "You obviously aren't taking me seriously."

corner? Look, you have no authority over me. I-I can't believe you would have the audacity to tell me I can't ride in this elevator. But hey, your ego is filling it up anyway, and making it hard for me to breathe, so I'll get

was none other than the elevator-hogging ass hole.

don't have the right to talk to me like that. Do you know who the hell I