Chapter 1: Introduction
The first time Justin caught a glimpse of Amy, she was just another blip on the busy radar called his life. He had the audacity of thinking it would always be this way. He strolled into the hotel with the air of a man on top of the world—or, more specifically, sitting in the penthouse, looking out over a sprawling vista of New York City from a floor-to-ceiling window.
His room itself could double as a runway, gleaming black floors stretching ahead of him until they abruptly ended at a satin-draped bed.
The same elegant sheets that seemed to whisper of secrets and sinful rendezvous, mysteriously inviting him to indulge.
This, is where the story gets interesting.
Justin's mind had been wandering between legal jargon and thoughts of his impending meeting, but the moment he turned to acknowledge her—her body swaying lightly from side to side, a dazzling smile playing on her tempting red lips—everything else vanishes. He watches Amy's eyes wander appreciatively over his body, the way a sommelier might contemplate a rare vintage.
With one hand casually resting on her hip, she clears her throat softly, and says in a sultry voice, "Mr. Thompson, I couldn't help but notice the way your eyes lit up when we met earlier. It reminded me of a man who was about to experience something exhilarating, something he hadn't in quite a while."
Totally taken aback, Justin can only manage a reserved smile. He tries to play it cool, but he's never been good at hiding his emotions, especially around someone as enchanting as Amy.
Those bright green eyes of hers glistening brilliantly against the ambient light, with a smile that could rattle even the most composed of men.
Sliding a card across the table, she leans in toward him with a playful smirk. "If you're looking for an unforgettable experience, something that could help relieve the pressures of that important meeting, I suggest giving me a call."
Curiosity piqued but hesitation lingering in his every breath, Justin's fingers reach for the card.
A shiver zigzags down his spine as he realizes Amy has every intention of making good on her proposal. He reads the card, which simple has an elegantly written 'Amy. Discretion assured.' His heart pounds in his chest.
"What exactly does the card mean?" Justin asks, with a feigned nonchalance that hardly feels genuine. He carefully places the card on the table between them, shifting slightly in his seat, as if trying to distance himself from temptation.
A knowing smile spreads on Amy's lips.