Intro. The meeting continued with muffled voices, glasses clinking in the background and eyes focused on important documents. But he... he only had eyes for her.
The girl sitting next to him, in that tight dress he told her to wear. The skirt short enough to leave the skin exposed — just for him. Just to tease.
And she provoked it.
He knew who he was dealing with.
He knew exactly what would happen.
His hand slowly slid under the table. It went through her knee, up to the inside of her thigh. The cold fingers touched the warm skin, chilling every inch of her body.
She shuddered, but didn't move away.
Elijah approached slowly, the hot breath on the side of her face.
"Can you handle it?" he whispered, his voice low and full of lust. "Because I won't stop until I see you shaking, even if I have to pretend to this whole room that nothing is happening."
She bit her lip hard, trying to maintain her posture. Breathing is already