Temptation in the Linen Room
The party buzzed with elegance—crystal chandeliers lit the grand ballroom in a golden glow, and staff rushed about in crisp uniforms, setting final touches. But Muri had other plans brewing in her mind, plans that didn't involve table placements.
She caught sight of Lex across the hall—dark suit, hair still slightly tousled, and a tension in his jaw that made her lips curl into a wicked smile.
You're trying so hard to be serious, she thought. I wonder how long you can keep that up…
"Lex," she called sweetly, just loud enough for him to hear.
He turned, wary, already catching the spark in her eyes.
"Can you help me bring up the extra linens from the back room?" she asked innocently, though her tone was anything but pure.
"…Fine," he muttered.
Inside the linen room, it was tight and dimly lit, filled with the soft scent of fresh fabric. Lex bent down to lift a basket, and Muri, standing behind him, couldn't resist letting her eyes wander.
"Working hard, aren't you?" she teased, her breath brushing his neck.
He straightened, turning slowly. They were close—too close.
"Muri," he warned, voice low. "What are you doing?"
She leaned in, her finger gently tracing the edge of his collar. "You keep acting like you don't notice me," she whispered, "but your eyes always follow me when you think I'm not looking."
Lex didn't move, but his breath grew heavier.
"Maybe I like teasing you," she continued, tiptoeing her fingers down his chest. "Maybe I want to see what makes you lose control."
His hand shot up suddenly, gripping her wrist—not hard, but firm. "Careful, Muri," he said, his voice a rasp. "You're playing with fire."
She smiled, stepping back slowly, leaving the scent of her perfume behind. "Then maybe I want to get burned."