Elevator Pitch

by Evelyn Leigh

And in case you’re wondering, Greyson is excellent at apologizing.

We’re just having otherworldly sex, getting to know each other, and being productive, that's all.

I am having the best sex of my life with a man whose right upstairs, and I can call on him whenever I’d like. In fact, that’s what we do. It may be the best perk of sleeping with my neighbor, and I’m honestly annoyed that I was so against this in the beginning.

Greyson Park is attractive. Attractive isn’t even the proper word for a man like him, but he also makes me feel safe. I’m not used to feeling that way around a man, and I’m enjoying that. He worships my body, and my mind is free of insecurities whenever his eyes are on me.

There needs to be a study done on the effect of this man, and how you can just forget everything you don’t lik...

Me Watch it, Princess. Sunflower What are you going to do, Daddy? Spank me through the phone? LOL

The luxury of having a bratty neighbor with benefits? It doesn’t take me long to get to her when she’s running her mouth.

“Four spanks over my knee and you’re going to count them. Then you can grind your needy pussy on my thigh until you come. Understand?” “Yes, Daddy,” she says breathily. “Good girl.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Selah.” “Happy Wednesday, Grey.” “Hmm, it’s about to be a very happy hump day for the both of us.”

It’s so special to see your friends being loved out loud and properly.

I knew Rome wouldn’t disappoint on Valentine’s Day. He never does. He makes us all believe there’s hope out there for the rest of us hapless in love ladies.

“Then he held me until I fell asleep in his arms. He respected my ‘no sleepovers’ rule though and didn’t stay the night. Though I’ll admit when I woke up and he wasn’t there, I missed his warmth. What does that mean?” She sits closer and holds me to her side. “Girl, it means you like him. More than you’re telling yourself you do. That man isn’t just ‘neighborly’ as you keep saying and you know it.”

Note to self: Order silk pillowcases and a bonnet for her to keep here.

“Please, Grey. I need⁠—” “What do you need?” “I-I need to come.” “That's my girl.”

She focuses on me while I dine on her, swirling and flicking my tongue at her sensitive bud. I am a flower in need, leaning toward her light and quenching my thirst with her juices. Feasting my eyes on her beauty, I am a grateful witness to how her body responds to me.

“I love seeing my cum on your face.” The groan that escapes me is animalistic. “I need to fuck you. Now.” “Then fuck me,” she challenges. I chuckle. “Bend over, brat. And keep the shirt on. It looks better on you.”

“Fuck. Keep rubbing that clit, Princess. I need to feel you come on my dick.”

“You took me so well.”

“You’re really nasty in the morning.” “That’s what you get when you wake up next to me.” “Hmm. I think I may need to do that more often.” “I’d like that.” I’d really like that.

Neighbor? Well, she didn’t lie, but I don’t like the sound of it. What we did this morning was far from neighborly.

“Well, part of growing up is doing the opposite of what your parents tell you to do.” “I wish we knew that ten years ago.”

“How do I look at her?” “Like if you blink, she’ll disappear. You look at her like you’ve found the peace you’ve been looking for all this time.”

“Don’t tell your mother about the ice cream. She won’t care that it would’ve melted by the time we got back. Eating sweets without her is considered betrayal.” “You have my word.”

Since Grey hates his birthday and I am naturally inclined to do the exact opposite of what he expects, I wanted us to bake him a cake.

“You’re learning to cook Korean dishes and brought us together to share a meal. Him getting angry is the least of your worries. I think you’ve created a recipe for Greyson to fall in love with you.”

The north to my south, an undeniable attraction.

I realize how hesitantly I’ve been in fear of scaring her off, but what she pulled off last minute is proof that I’m not the only one interested in something more. The day began with her coming on my tongue and ended with her planning a surprise dinner for my birthday. I’m tempted to kiss her in front of everyone right now. How else could I thank her?

I should’ve done it as soon as it crossed my mind. The next time I kiss her I may not come up for air.

“Make a wish, Grey.” I close my eyes and blow out the candles. I wish she was mine.

“Did you make a good wish?” “The best one.” “I hope you get everything you wished for.” “Me too,” I say softly.

I’m in love with Selah and she doesn’t even know it.

Now I know the music behind her tattoos and need to listen to them together. What is the overall story? Hoping this gets me closer to figuring out the beautiful enigma that is Selah Bailey.

I wonder if she’ll call me a good boy. Happy Birthday to me.

“Baby, you wouldn’t.” There she goes calling me baby. “I fucking would, but only if you want me to. I don’t think you could be quiet though,” I tease. “Would you stay quiet for Daddy?”

“No panties in public? Bad girl.” “I’m not apologizing.” she retorts. Fuck. I love this woman.

“You want me to fuck your needy pussy with my fingers? In front of all these people?” “Yes, Daddy.”

“Come all over Daddy’s hand like a good girl,”

There’s only one person who can help me pull off a grand gesture for the woman who hates surprises…and they just responded.

States away and reading my mind. I hate it when she does this. I can fool everyone but my mother.

“Baby, when you fall in love, you have no control over it. You can lay down a thousand ground rules, but if your heart wants that man, those rules won’t stop shit. You hear me, Selah?” “I hear you, Mama,”

“I understand why love feels like a threat to the life you’ve worked so hard to create for yourself, but it doesn’t have to be. Nobody in those books you read is ever prepared for the love that knocks on their door, either. Love doesn’t give a damn if you’re ready for it. When it knocks, you answer. I just want you to think about that, baby. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

I don’t need anybody, but when Greyson is present, I need him. His good nature can make anyone feel like a main character in his story.

The most beautiful woman in the world is sleeping in my bed, on my chest, safe and sound. She’s exactly where she needs to be.

I’ll gladly love her until she catches up. Near or far.

I’m probably being too hard on myself, but I love her so much that the thought of hurting her makes me sick.

She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not. What if she loves me?

I seriously underestimated what working with someone whose job is all about music would be like. She just vibes all day and types aggressively, which I now suspect is on beat with whatever she is listening to.

She returns in the doorway of my office with her curls pulled back, and she’s wearing one of my shirts. It stops mid-thigh, and she isn’t wearing a bra. I bite my lip while I take her in because I’ve had about enough of her unknowingly seducing me today.

“That’s my beautiful fucking girl.”

“I have a meeting and need to be on camera for a bit. Will you be a good girl and suck my dick?” She answers with a nod and bites her lip. “I’ll tell you if I need to speak to my team, and you’ll be quiet for me. If you are not quiet, you will be punished. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy.”