Up until the moment the elevator lurched to an abrupt halt, Amber Green hadn’t realized quite how much she valued her life and how, despite the events of the past few weeks, she desperately desired to carry on living it. The handsome occupant she’d been stuck in the elevator with, who had promptly hoisted himself up through the roof hatch seconds after they stalled, obviously didn’t share her aspirations. “Have a little faith,” he called down cheerily. “And it’s more like ninety feet.” Amber’s stomach threatened to revolt. “You’re not making me feel better.” A chuckle echoed from somewhere in the lofty heights, replaced by whistling and some banging. “Take off your stockings.” Amber’s eyes rolled along with her stomach. “Don’t you have better things to do right now?” An amused pair of eyes stared down at her from the hole in the ceiling. “You’re stockings, gorgeous. As much as I'm admiring your legs, I need the stockings to secure this bolt.” Her blood ran cold.
