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.

crucial. If you mess this up, it's over,” She said. He nodded,

the man turned

in this elevator. You're going to

me, and disbelief that...he actually said that

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

comment. "You obviously aren't

do? Put me in the 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

suddenly interrupted my thoughts, and it was none other than the elevator-hogging ass hole.

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 intimidated.