Chapter 2: Building Tension
Every morning, Veronica found herself smiling at the sight of her best friend Mona crammed into their tiny office elevator, taking them to another day at the office. Mona, squeezing herself between the walls and top-heavy Veronica, eliciting some good-natured laughs before the doors opened to let them out.
The women shared an unspoken bond, despite their dramatically different body types. Veronica's short black hair featured a trendy, asymmetrical cut, drawing attention to her bright green eyes.
Her voluptuous figure and grand décolletage were shamelessly emphasized by her strapless green dress, a carefully chosen complement to Mona's strapless blue number.
Mona's body was blessed by her natural curves—her bottomless hips and firm, round posterior—which were demonstrated by her form-fitting attire. A sturdy build contrasted with her petite stature, a mere five feet tall, paired with her shoulder-length brown hair and soft dark brown eyes.
"Is that your boob, or are you just happy to see me?" Mona joked, as Veronica's breasts accidentally brushed against her face upon entering the elevator. Both women laughed at the comically intimate incident, their gleeful snickering echoing off the metal walls.
Veronica glanced at the control panel, desperately wishing for the elevator doors to open. The prickling heat of embarrassment slowly crept up her neck. Her chest, now even more exaggerated, heaved and breathed with each passing second.
The elevator eventually came to a halt on the ground floor, and her heart raced as the doors glided apart.
"Come on, you two, let's get some food," A deep voice called out from behind, and Ronan—their attractive, and often flirtatious, coworker—stepped into the steel chamber.
Mona wasted no time in initiating an animated conversation with Ronan, all while Veronica attempted to regain her composure and diffuse the electrical current of arousal that still lingered in the air.