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PENTHOUSE ROMANCE

We stood side by side, eyes never quite meeting, silence like a wet blanket settled over us. My heart raced, not knowing whether to speak or smile or continue to ignore him. He cleared his throat. Was he going to at least say 'good morning'?

No, nothing more followed that brief noise. I looked up and from the corner of my eye, I saw him do the same. Mesmerized by the display before us, we held our tongues.

Ding!

Would this torture never end? It seemed as though we had been standing like this for hours. Why couldn't I bring myself to acknowledge his presence? Why couldn't he do the same for me? Were we so different? Was there so little to be said?

Was it the beating of my heart or his I fancied filled the space between us? He was tall - very tall, a good foot taller than my five feet seven inches.

Ding!

Isn't it amazing how much one can see from the corner of the eye, without direct contact? His suit was Armani. Being a student of fashion, I knew his shoes cost more than my week's salary. My suddenly too tight sweater and too short skirt felt shabby in comparison. I knew how to dress, but vanity pulled me to clothing far younger than my fifty years should wear. I had the urge to slip behind him and cower in the corner. I moved my right foot back with slow precision. He cleared his throat again, stopping me in my tracks. I swallowed hard.

My eyes shifted back to the doors in front of us and the area above it. Almost against my will they shifted left again to take in more of the fascinating person beside me.

Ding!

Strong chin. Moving up full lips rested in a half smile from my side view. Raising my glance to his nose, I found it to be very patrician. I settled on his right eye, since it was the only one I could see. Shock! He was looking down at me!

Ding!

A flush rose from my chest and spread with wild abandon up my face. He had seen me looking at him! With no thought to how it might seem, I backed toward a corner until the walls kept me from moving further. If the good Lord loved me, why couldn't those same walls swallow me?

My eyes steadfastly riveted on the numbers above the doors.

Ding!

Okay, if I wasn't going to melt into my surroundings, couldn't he? In spite of my newest resolve not to look at him again, the back of his head filled my vision. Gorgeous thick brown hair ended in a tapered cut in the back. My gosh, even his ears were beautiful!

He began to turn.

Ding!

"Are you alright?" If a voice can melt a soul, mine melted that very moment. His was like

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