Survival tactics

*Ding*

The brushed steel elevator doors closed as Ben stood next to Laura. When they started to ascend, he glanced to his left, admiring her poise and temperament, aka—ass and tits.

Laura's glasses illuminated her serious nature, going well with her professional bun at the back. Her dark gray woman's suit outlined her curves, ending in exposed slender legs in dark pantyhose. There was no doubt, she was a sexy office lady…

As if feeling Ben's gaze on her once again, Laura frowned, wishing she could get away from this disaster show as soon as possible. Yet, things wouldn't go as she planned today, because there was magic in the air, the kind that could make a guy like Ben have a chance with a woman like her that loathed him. This, was the moment the Red String of Fate activated.