Chapter 2: Building Tension
The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal light, the chandelier above casting a warm glow that danced off the crystal glasses and champagne bottles on the bar cart. The expensive silk rug beneath Mehdi's feet felt like a cloud, her toes curling into the plush fabric as she stood before the full-length mirror. She had taken her time getting ready, wanting everything to be perfect. The lingerie set she wore was a deep shade of crimson, the silk and lace caressing her skin like a lover's touch. The bra was push-up, emphasizing her new curves, while the thong left little to the imagination.
She had even taken the time to apply makeup, accentuating her high cheekbones and full lips. She turned to the side, admiring the way the light caught the hint of a curve at her hip. A small smile played at the corners of her mouth as she remembered the time she had spent with Ashraf, learning to walk and act like a woman. It had been a journey of discovery, one that had only strengthened their bond.
A soft knock at the door made her heart flutter. She hurried to the bed, turning down the sheets and fluffing the pillows, not wanting to seem too eager.