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.

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

this elevator. You're going to have to get off on the next

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

your name anywhere in here,” I

my comment. "You obviously aren't

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 pressed, and I was angry. I was still in disbelief that he

my thoughts, and it was none other than

caught up to me, "you don't have the right 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