By Angelita Gill
For most of us, time spent in an elevator is hands-down awkward. Sharing such a small space—even for a matter of seconds—with a stranger, seems to put most of us in a guarded, uncomfortable state. Because, let’s face it, we all cherish our personal space and elevators take it away from you. We give a hello and step aside, but no one over the age of five enjoys riding elevators. And we all join in on the automatic staring at the digital counter until we arrive at our designated floor with that triumphant feeling of escape.
In my 1NightStand story, Hungry for Touch, an elevator happens to be where the hero and heroine meet…and where the sparks fly hot and fast. Kimber isn’t aware the stranger is the military man Madame Eve set her up with; Nate has no idea his arranged date and the woman that smells like sweet sweat and tropical oil are one in the same. When the elevator malfunctions, that’s when the fun really begins.
Chemistry-building banter fires up a sexual tension that results in a kiss that leaves both burning for more. Though Kimber and Nate both have specific, private reasons for turning to 1NightStand, it all comes down to something humans all crave: touch. Don’t miss how fate and Madame made these two world-weary people come together by purchasing Hungry for Touch.
Have you ever been attracted to a stranger in an elevator and wished you’d said something? Or locked eyes and silently
hoped they would make a move?
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