Elevator Pitch

by Evelyn Leigh

She knows my tells and has been edging me this entire time, which I can’t be upset at, since I do it to her often. It’s not very fun being on the other side of it. I can understand her frustration now.

Fuck. I’m tempted to call this meeting right now and spread her over my desk.

“No panties?” “You keep stealing them, so what’s the point in wearing any?” “Good answer.”

“You take that dick so fucking well. Fuck me back.”

Before today, I hardly worked from home but doing it with her felt good and not just because of the sex. I think Dr. Pierson was right. It feels like for once I could have the success and the girl. I suppose I could work from home more often. It sure has its perks.

I really like taking care of Selah and I’d love to do it for the rest of my life if she’d let me.

She is so beautiful, and I love her fucking so much.

I am chaos and Greyson is peace.

I don’t want to hear anything about ‘Stubborn Selah’ right now. I need a neutral voice of reason, and that’s Eric Callahan.

Me “Do you want to get violently high and go to IKEA?” Eric What’s going on? Questions! How can I drive if I am violently high? Also, how violent are we talking? Cause I got this Alaskan Thunder Fuck that just came fresh from the farm.

Me Is the Thunder Fuck violent enough to forget how I handled something? Eric Selah, what did you do? Wait. You didn’t do the runaway bride again, did you? Not with Greyson. What happened? Me I did the runaway bride again. Eric Tell me what this man did to make you put the sneaks back on. Me He said he’s in love with me. Eric Well, fuck. That’ll do it. It sounds more like you need the violence and adult supervision.

Me I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to get out of here. Eric Be there in twenty minutes. Bring Oreos. Doublestuf ONLY. Me Bet.

“When did you know that you were in love with Robert?” “I trusted Robert instantly, gave it up on the first date. We said ‘I love you’ after two weeks and were married within a month. We celebrated thirty beautiful years together. I wouldn’t change a thing,” she says with a smile.

“Actually, I would change something about him.” I’m curious as I await her response. “I wish he wasn’t allergic to fucking peanuts. I love peanut butter cups. There were so many times I almost took my husband out on accident from eating some damn candy. It was terrible.”

“I’ve always been a mess, but that man loved me tenfold,” she sighs before pointing out, “Greyson does, too.” “Greyson isn’t Robert.” “Tell me why you believe he couldn’t be your Robert? I hope you know whatever bullshit you try to feed me; I disagree with.”

“Damn. It’s like that?” “Sure is. Come sit. I’ve lived in this building for many years, and I haven’t seen him with many women. He’s all about his business, friends, and Clifford, but he met you and made room. My husband was the same way with his companies and daughter when we met. He created space for me, and that was all I needed. It’s all you need, too.

What I want you to understand is that you can have it all whenever you stop standing in your own damn way. You’re in your own way, Selah. Look at everything you’ve built for yourself. Greyson doesn’t want to ...

“Whether you love him or not, don’t leave that boy in the wind. It isn’t right. I’d put my foot in his ass if he did that to you.” “What’s stopping you from doing that to me right now?” “This damn chair is too comfortable, and send me that link already,” she says with an eye roll.

“I’m scared, you know. I want to fix it. Not speaking to him has been torture. I miss him.” “I know. You gotta get out of your own way, girl. Greyson will hear you out, but the ‘L word’ you’re so afraid of will cost you something you don’t want to lose.” “I hear that. Thanks, Estelle.”

“Of course. Now, avoiding that sweet boy isn’t right, and based on what you told me about him, it might earn you some spankings. Sounds to me like you’re playing with fire. Unless you like having an ass that hurts to sit on.” She raises her hands in surrender. “Now you know I don’t judge.” “I do like the spankings. He does follow up with a booty rub and a kiss,” I admit with a shrug. “Well, I would like that too, shit.”

I love her on her best and worst days. She is my sunflower and always will be. Even if she never wants to see me again.

“Selah?” “Um. Doc, I-I think I love him too.” Her eyebrows raise and she looks over her glasses at me. “About time. I’ve known this for a while, but I had to wait for you to get there on your own. I couldn’t just give you the answer,” she says with a knowing smile. I scoff. “Well, why the hell not? That could’ve saved some time and embarrassment.”

“As your therapist, I am here to listen and make sure you’re equipped with the tools you need to advocate for yourself. I can challenge you and give you a little nudge whenever you’re close, but my job is to help you trust yourself to find the answers.” “I suppose that makes sense. It’s kind of annoying, though.”

Love doesn’t give a damn if you’re ready for it. When it knocks you answer.

Audrey sent over a dress this morning that she described as ‘sickening.’ It’s crimson red and I told her I thought that color was a little over the top for a wedding and would outshine the bride. Then she assured me, there’s no such thing as ‘over the top’ at a black-tie wedding. And as someone who knows the bride personally, she said, “Trust me. Wear the damn dress and walk in there with her ex-husband. Thank me later.”

“Selah, you are perfection. I’m mesmerized right now. Fuck,” he chuckles nervously. “I’ve never seen a dress like that. It’s remarkable.”

His words replay in my head and my earlier insecurities melt away. I’m mesmerized right now. You are perfection.

Audrey in work mode is nightmare-inducing.

You can lay down a thousand ground rules, but if your heart wants that man, those rules won’t stop shit.

All I know is that I am hopelessly in love with Greyson Park.

Friendly reminder: If you go MIA, your friends who have a key to your apartment will let themselves in, force you to shower, eat, and take your meds.

Greyson has become a significant part of my life in so little time, and it’s agonizing that he’s unaware. He’s unaware of how much I miss his smile and laugh. Or the warmth of his hand. He’s unaware that he sends my anxiety running with its tail between its legs as if there’s no room for that when he’s present. He’s unaware that my insecurities melt away underneath his gaze. He’s unaware that when he’s in a room with me, no one else exists. My life without Grey is lackluster, and he doesn’t even know it.

“I didn’t give you permission to take off your pants, baby. Pull them back up.” I scoff as I do what I’m told. “Good girl.”

My Selah. My sunflower. I’m so in love with her.

“Fuck, Daddy. Please don’t stop,” she sobs. That’s my dirty fucking girl.

“Such a good girl for Daddy.”

I still can’t believe it. I’m in love.

“Remind me how well you take me in that pretty fuckin’ mouth.”

“Such a good fucking girl.” If I could come from words alone, that would certainly do it.

“You’re breathtaking. Do you know that?” “I didn’t know that,” I state, sarcasm heavy in my tone. “You and that mouth.” He nips at my lip playfully. “I love when you’re a brat.” “I know.”

“Sit on my face, Selah,” he orders in my ear. “But what about breakfast?” “Your cum on my tongue will hit the spot,”

“Ride my face, baby. Be a good girl and come on my tongue.”

“Would you help me, Daddy? Please?” “That’s my good girl.”

“Remember when you edged me earlier? Because I do.” I giggle. “It’s not so fun when it happens to you, is it?”

“Fuck. I’m going to fill that pretty pussy up. Is that what you want, baby?” “Y-yes,” I manage through heavy breaths, digging my nails deeper into him. “That’s right, baby. Come for Daddy.”

Once again, I’d like to thank the woman who wrote Grey. Happy birthday to me.

“I promised myself if I got ahold of another flower, I’d tend to its every need. I’d read every book, provide enough light, and pour back into its soil. If I could prove I was worthy of a beautiful garden, I may be lucky enough to keep it alive. Might even have a family to share it with.”

A year ago, an audacious man interrupted me reading on an elevator, and I fell in love with him.