Chapter 1: Between Floors, Between Vows
The elevator ascended swiftly, the numbers lighting up one after another, counting down to their secret rendezvous. Maya stared at her reflection in the mirror-paneled walls, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She looked different tonight—the way Arman looked at her made her feel different. Her eyes were darker, her lips fuller, her body humming with a raw, primal desire she hadn't felt in years.
Arman stood behind her, close but not touching, his gaze locked onto hers in the mirror. His eyes were like pools of molten chocolate, intense and hungry.
"You look fucking gorgeous, Maya," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her body. She could feel his breath on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
She smirked at him, her hand reaching back to trail lightly over the bulge in his pants. "You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Shah."
He grabbed her wrist, his grip firm, and spun her around to face him. "That's enough of that, Mrs. Patel," he growled, his eyes flashing with a mix of lust and warning.
Maya laughed, a low, throaty sound that betrayed her excitement.
She felt his grip on her wrist tighten, his thumb brushing against her pulse point, making it race even faster. "You can't blame me for trying," she murmured, her breath coming out in short gasps.
Arman's free hand slipped under her blouse, his fingers tracing the lace edge of her bra. "You want to try, baby? Let's try," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. His thumb circled her nipple through the fabric, making it harden instantly.
Maya moaned softly, her head falling back against the mirror. "Fuck, Arman.