After they had both fixed their hair, and put back on their clothes, they stepped out of the bathroom. Now Taylor had a little more time to look around the huge area, and she was curious, "So what exactly is this floor?"
"Well technically it's my office, but I don't use it a lot," Joe shrugged, pressing a button to call for the elevator.
Taylor stood next to him, "This is your office? Then why do you use the one on the other floor!"
"I like to be closer to my employees," Joe replied, pressing the elevator button again impatiently.
Taylor gave him a small smile, loving how down to earth he was, even though he was incredibly rich. Finally the elevator came, and Joe motioned for her to get in first. He followed her in, leaning against the railing. Taylor stood next to him, having the urge to kiss him again, but resisting. As the elevator came to a stop at their floor, they both walked out. This time Taylor went back to her cubicle, and Joe went back to his office.
Even though they both agreed that they wanted to do it again, neither one was really sure when. But the next day, Joe invited Taylor to lunch upstairs, in their usual spot at the cafe. Taylor agreed, smiling.
Joe led her to the elevator, which brought them up to the 60th floor. Sitting at their usual table, they chatted about work, staying professional. Taylor unconsciously rested her hand on the table, using the other one to eat her salad. Instinctively, Joe put his hand on top of hers, barely even noticing.
But Taylor noticed, and her heartbeat sped up, trying to stay focused on the conversation. Eventually Joe noticed that she was nervous, and realized that they were basically holding hands. "Sorry," he mumbled, taking his hand off of hers.
"It's fine," Taylor said. As soon as he moved his hand, Taylor wished that he would put it back. Both of them wanted each other, but neither knew how to signal it. As they both finished their meals they stood up, wandering back to the elevator. Stepping inside the elevator, Taylor stood in the corner, and Joe stood next to her.
They both leaned back against the railing, and in doing so their hands met again, but this time neither one let go. Joe couldn't help but admire her red curls as they stood there, bouncing up slightly as the elevator moved. Taylor too, was staring at Joe from the side, no being able to help noticing the fluffy blonde hair. "Oh fuck it," Taylor said, stepping in front of Joe on her tiptoes, kissing him hard on the mouth.
Joe happily obliged, wrapping his arms around her to pull her closer. Before they could get any farther they heard a ding, and quickly broke apart, going back to their original positions. Taylor started to walk out, but Joe grabbed her arm gently, "Why don't we go back up."
Taylor got the memo, and stood back as Joe pressed the number 63. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, and elderly woman walked in, using her cane to help move her along. In her other hand was a box of cookies.
She turned towards Taylor and Joe, "Why hello there. I'm just delivering some of these cookies."
Joe gave a small smile, "Cookies? Sounds delicious."
"Oh yes, they're for my little Andrew. He just said to meet him on the 60th floor." The woman turned to the buttons, searching for the 60, "Where is 60..."
Joe clicked the 60 for her, "There you go."
"Thank you. Do you know Andrew? He's such a sweet guy," the woman said.
Taylor couldn't help but smile, "I work with Andrew actually." Taylor thought back to the 'phone number' encounter with him, and resisted cringing, "He is very sweet."
