The sun was setting as we arrived at our suite. The room was opulent, decked out in extravagant decor and illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A cool sea breeze wafted in, ruffling the hem of my sundress. It felt odd, but not entirely uncomfortable.

The boss turned to me, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. His gaze was appraising, yet strangely intense, the kind of gaze that made you feel seen, right down to your core. The sexual tension in the room was palpable, making the air feel thick and heavy.

There was a brief moment of silence, filled only with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Then, he finally spoke. His voice was husky, almost a whisper. "You look beautiful, Don," he said. It was a simple statement, yet it carried a depth of meaning that sent a shiver down my spine.

The night unfolded like a fever dream. We talked, we drank, we laughed. It was strange and surreal, but there was a magnetic pull between us, undeniable and potent. The tension was building, and I knew, come what may, that something was about to happen between us. It was scary, but thrilling at the same time.

As the clock struck midnight, he moved closer, his eyes locked onto mine. I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he leaned in...

[To be continued...]