Something more

As Mr David guided her to the private room, he leaned in close, speaking in a low, warning tone. "He's waiting for you inside," he said, his voice stern. "Try to please him as much as possible. Mr De-Martin is the most powerful guest we have here in Velvet Lounge. Don't do anything to upset him." Amber felt a flutter of fear, knowing that she was walking into the lion's den. She nodded wordlessly, her heart pounding in her chest.

She knocked softly on the door, feeling her heart beat faster with each passing moment. After a few moments, she heard his deep, authoritative voice from the other side, commanding her to come in. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. With a small shiver, she pushed open the door and stepped inside the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim lighting.

He was standing by the window, his back turned to her. He didn't turn around as she entered, but she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every movement. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft ticking of a clock on the wall. She waited for him to speak, her heart pounding in her chest. Finally, he turned to face her, and she saw his eyes sweep over her, taking in every detail of her appearance.

As she entered the room, the smell of cigarettes was heavy in the air. He was sitting on a black leather couch, his expression unreadable in the dim lighting. His gaze was intense, his eyes tracing over her body with a critical eye. She felt a shiver of fear and anticipation run down her spine at the scrutiny of his gaze. She tried to keep her face neutral, to show no fear, even as her heart pounded in her chest.

His voice was commanding, his tone brooking no argument. "Sit beside me," he said, gesturing to the empty spot beside him on the couch. Without a word, Amber complied, walking over to the couch and sitting down next to him. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the scent of his cologne was strong in her nostrils. She perched on the edge of the couch, her body tense with anticipation.

He watched her as she sat down beside him, his eyes studying her with a critical eye. She was even more beautiful up close, her skin flawless, her body curvy and enticing. He felt a stirring of desire within him, a primal yearning to possess her. He leaned back in the couch, his gaze roaming over her body, tracing the curves of her figure. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to touch her, to hold her in his arms.

He took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes never leaving her face. She was trying to appear calm, but he could see the nervous flutter of her eyes, the way her body trembled slightly as she sat next to him. He found her nervousness amusing, and part of him was eager to see how far he could push her buttons. He reached out a hand and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, enjoying the way she flinched at his touch.

He took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his face like a halo. He looked at her with a smirk, noticing the way her body trembled at his touch.

"You're trembling," he said, his voice deep and amused. "Are you scared of me, or is it something else?" He leaned in closer to her, his hand still touching her face. "Tell me, my dear."

Up close, he could see the small details of her face, the delicate curve of her eyebrows, the faintest flicker of her eyelashes. He felt the warmth of her skin against his fingers, and the scent of her perfume filled his nostrils. He wanted to reach out and take more, to touch more of her, to feel the softness of her body. But he forced himself to hold back, to take his time. This was a game, and he was determined to play it to his advantage.

She tried to keep her voice steady, but her nerves betrayed her as she spoke. "I... I'm not," she said, her voice faltering slightly. She cursed herself as she heard the quiver in her own voice, the evidence of her nervousness exposed to his sharp ears. She tried to compose herself, but she could feel his eyes on her, raking over her body like a physical touch. She swallowed heavily, her heart pounding in her chest.

He chuckled, the sound soft and dangerous. "No?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Then why are you trembling like a leaf? Are you sure there's not something else causing this reaction in you?" He leaned in closer, his face a few inches from hers. He could hear the quick, shallow breaths she was taking, could smell the faint scent of her perfume mixed with a hint of fear. It was a heady combination, one that only heightened his desire for her.

Up close, she could see the hard lines of his face, the strong jawline, the sharp planes of his cheeks. But it was his eyes that had her mesmerized, the color a deep, stormy grayish blue, like the color of a winter sky. She felt lost in them for a moment, her breath catching in her throat as she looked into their depths. She felt a strange stirring within her, a fluttering of something that she couldn't quite name.

The intensity of his gaze was almost searing, as if he were able to see straight into her soul. She felt exposed, vulnerable, like a butterfly pinned under a microscope. But at the same time, there was something thrilling about it, a delicious rush of adrenaline that coursed through her veins. She was caught between fear and desire, torn by conflicting emotions that made her head spin.

He could see the effect he was having on her, the way her eyes widened and her breath quickened. He felt a rush of satisfaction, a primal male satisfaction at making a beautiful woman weak at the knees. He knew he had her under his spell, that she was helpless to resist his charm. He could have her, right here, right now,if he wanted to. He could take her in his arms and claim her as his own. But he knew that would be too easy, too predictable. He wanted to draw it out, to make her squirm and suffer.

He chuckled, his fingers still tracing the line of her throat, his touch light but possessive. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. There was a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he found her reaction to him amusing. But there was also something more, a darker, more intense look in his eyes that hinted at an underlying current of desire.

She could feel his hand tracing lower down her neck, and she felt a flutter of something hot and forbidden deep in her stomach. She tried to tell herself that she should push his hand away, that she should resist the pull of his touch. But she couldn't find the will to resist, her body responding to his touch in a way that she couldn't control. She felt her cheeks flush with heat, her breath coming in shallow gasps as he continued to explore her skin with his fingers.

He chuckled as he retracted his hand, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down her spine. He leaned back against the couch, a small, satisfied smile on his lips. He studied her for a moment, his eyes scanning her face, taking in every detail. He could see the flush in her cheeks, the way her breath hitched in her throat as his hand withdrew. It was amusing, the way she reacted to him, the way her body was responding to his touch like a puppet on a string. He wondered just how far he could push her.