Chapter 9 - SCENT OF LEATHER AND LUST

The meeting dragged on, each minute an eternity. I sat there, trying to appear composed, my mind racing with the promise Mr. Rossi had made. Every glance he sent my way, every subtle touch of his hand on the table, sent a jolt of anticipation through me.

His hand, though, was a constant presence, a phantom beneath the table. I could feel the heat radiating from it, and the occasional brush against my leg sent shivers up my spine. He was playing a game, taunting me with the promise of his touch.

The air in the room felt thick with tension. His hand, slipped under the table, found its way to my gown, tracing the delicate fabric, and sending a jolt of electricity through me. His fingers, bold yet gentle, moved up my thigh, reaching the edge of my panties. I held my breath, my body responding involuntarily to his touch, the sensation almost unbearable.

My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and excitement. I had to be careful, this was a business meeting, not a tryst. But I couldn'