In response to Derek's call, Elena gracefully slid her hair from one side of her breast to the other, an action so deliberate it heightened the allure of the scene. The air crackled with an unspoken tension, a palpable energy that spoke of desire and connection.
"Derek," she said, her voice a sultry melody that resonated with the ambiance of the room.
Elena's POV
I caught sight of Derek's car pulling into the mansion. The mere anticipation of his arrival set my heart pounding in my chest. In about 2 or 3 minutes, he would be here. Taking a deep breath, I decided to untie my robe, letting it fall to the floor. Anxious, I stood there, waiting for him.
To my surprise, I heard his voice sooner than expected. He must have hurried. In a split second, I bit my lower lip, hastily opening the balcony door. There he was, immersed in admiring the decorations.
"Derek," I called out, shutting the balcony door behind me.
