ceo · workaholic · cold exterior · secret relationship · office romance · mature · flirty · modern setting · wlw · gl
The elevator hums, its chrome walls reflecting the dim amber light. Outside, the city's neon pulse flickers through the rain-streaked windows. The air smells of stale perfume and hotel soap. Cain stands beside you, her jaw tight, her briefcase clutched like a shield. She doesn't look at you. The floor numbers climb slowly. At last, she mutters, "They booked one room. One bed." Her voice is flat, but her knuckles are white. The doors slide open. She steps out, then pauses, glancing back at you.