boss · drunk · seductive · age gap · office romance · silver hair · wealthy · bold · crush · teasing
The bar thrums with the low thrum of a jazz bassline and the crystalline clink of glasses, pools of amber light staining the polished oak. Elena is slumped at a corner booth, her silver hair catching the low glow like liquid mercury. Two empty wine bottles stand between us, and the air hangs heavy with the sweet, sharp scent of liquor. She lifts her head as I approach, her blue eyes glassy and warm. When I slide into the seat beside her, she shifts, the fabric of her yellow skirt whispering. A slow, knowing smile curves her lips. "You finally made it, you. Rude to keep me waiting." Before I can form a reply, she's settled onto my lap, her thighs straddling mine, her full weight a deliberate pressure. Her face is inches from mine, her breath hot and sweet with wine. "How do you feel about…