Chapter 3: Rising Action
The conference room was pitch black and eerily quiet, save for the sound of my own breaths as they came in short, shallow gasps. I couldn't believe what had just happened - Mr. Sharma, my boss, had just pinned me up against the cold glass window, his lips finding mine with an urgency that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel his hands roaming over my body, each touch sending a spark of electricity coursing through me.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, flooding the room with a soft glow from the hallway.
Rohan Singh, one of my coworkers, stepped in, his dark eyes scanning the room. I could feel Mr. Sharma's grip on me tighten as Rohan's gaze landed on us.
"Shit," Rohan muttered under his breath, but he didn't leave. Instead, he stepped closer, his eyes raking over my body as I stood there, pinned against the window. I could feel my cheeks burning under his gaze, but there was something else there too—excitement.
Mr. Sharma's hand traveled up my thigh, hitching my dress up. Rohan took another step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel my breath hitching in my throat, my heart hammering wildly in my chest.
"Don't stop on my account," Rohan said, his voice low and husky. He reached out and brushed a lock of hair away from my forehead, his touch sending shivers down my spine.