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.

already. Remember: smiles, and respect. This is crucial. If you mess

you when you get o-" Before she could finish, the man turned around and

You're going to have

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

don't see your name anywhere in here,” I said.

at my comment. "You obviously

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 off here,” Just like clockwork, the elevator doors opened, and I strutted out of there as fast as I could. I was

suddenly interrupted my thoughts, and it was none other than the

to talk to me like that. Do you know who the hell I am?" His eyes pierced through me like daggers, and his towering height made me feel a bit