The Hotel Elevator Encounter
She was dressed to seduce, though she hadn’t planned to. A fitted black dress that hugged her like second skin, heels that clicked seductively against the marble floors, and red lips daring anyone to speak. The party upstairs had bored her. Too many fake smiles, too many men who looked at her like a prize and not a person. She pressed the elevator button, eager to escape it all. That’s when he stepped in. Tall. Smooth. Charcoal suit. Loosened tie. A stranger with dark, lazy eyes that slowly drank her in. Their eyes locked. No words. The doors slid shut. And the air changed. In that tight space, with mirrors watching from all sides, heat bloomed between them. He stepped closer, not touching, but close enough for her nipples to harden under her dress. “Going down?” he asked, his voice deep and dangerous. She licked her lips. “Not yet.” His hand slid around her waist, pulling her against his chest. She didn’t resist. The heat of him seared through her dress. Her breath hitched as his mout...