LOGINMarius paused, his hand on the buttons of his light blue shirt. A faint, almost imperceptible soften in his expression– not quite a smile, but something close. “Right. I keep forgetting you keep a museum of my past visits in here,” he said, his voice dry but lacking any real bite. He finished unbuttoning the light blue shirt and pulled it off tossing it into the clothes hamper in the corner. He stood there for a moment in his just his trousers, the cool air of the bedroom hi
Marius paused, his hand on the buttons of his light blue shirt. A faint, almost imperceptible soften in his expression– not quite a smile, but something close. “Right. I keep forgetting you keep a museum of my past visits in here,” he said, his voice dry but lacking any real bite. He finished unbuttoning the light blue shirt and pulled it off tossing it into the clothes hamper in the corner. He stood there for a moment in his just his trousers, the cool air of the bedroom hitting his skin. “You are telling me I am a regular here, Tera,” he noted, stepping toward her as she rummaged through the wardrobe. “Should I be flattered or concerned?” he reached out, his fingers brushing against her shoulder as he leaned in closer to see what she was looking for. “Hey, it is not my fault you leave your clothes all over my floor and forget to pick some of them up in the morning,” she said with a knowing smile as she took out the black boxers
“You are not going to let me off easy, are you?” Marius murmured, his free hand coming up to rest at the small of her back. He did not wait for an answer. He leaned down and kissed her again, but this time it was not a tease or a challenge. It was slower, deeper, his lips pressing against hers with a quiet soft of hunger that felt far more honest than anything he had said all night. When they pulled apart, she said breathlessly, “What can I say. I am stubborn like that.” He let out a low, rough chuckle, his forehead resting against hers. “Stubborn. Yeah, that seems to be the common thread with you.” His hand at the small of her back tightened slightly, drawing her a fraction closer.The breathlessness in Tera’s voice was doing things to Marius’s composure that he was not entirely prepared for. “Good thing I am not a man who likes to back down from a challenge,” he said, his voice dropping. He traced the line of her j
Marius set Tera’s foot down gently and leaned back against the cushions, watching her. The smirk was gone now, replaced by something more honest, more focused. He reached for the soda bottle, took a sip and set it on the glass side table without looking away from her. “The rewards are definitely worth it,” he admitted, his yellow green eyes dark and steady. “But do not think this means you have won. I am still a very difficult man to keep happy.” He stretched his arms along the back of the Trypan Blue sofa, is fingers brushing against the fabric, and waited to see what she would do next. “Really?” she said challengingly and leaned forward, both her hands moving to his thighs. “You do not seem that complicated to me.”Marius felt the heat of her hands through his trousers, a sudden, sharp jolt of awareness that made his pulse quicken. He did not pull away. Instead, he leaned into it, his gaze locking onto hers with an inten
Marius took the piece of sea salt chocolate from her fingers, his skin brushing against hers for a brief second. He popped it into his mouth, the sweetness and salt hitting his tongue. “Glad to hear it,” he said, faint smirk playing on his lips. “I would hate to think I was competing with a man who can fix hip replacements.” He chewed slowly, leaning his head back against the sofa cushion. The apartment was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of traffic from the street below. It was a strange king of peace– one he did not usually find in his own life. “What made it a bad date?” he asked, turning his head to look at her. “Aside from the obvious fact that he was not me.” “Well, it started off good. He did this think that just magically fixed my back,” Tera said popping a sea salt chocolate in her mouth and pulling her legs up on the couch. “But so boring and self-absorbed. And way too many sexual innuendos.&rdqu
The entrance lobby of the modern apartment building exists of a pair of full-height glass entrance doors set within a grey metal frame. Each door has long, vertical silver pull handle and is framed by a light grey. Marius walked past the large back if individual mailboxes arranged in a neat grid on the left wall. The mailboxes have a black frame with white rectangular doors, each labelled with a number in black text. He walked through the glass door into the clean, modern interior corridor brightly illuminated by recessed rectangular LED ceiling lights set into the suspended white acoustic tile ceiling. He goes up a short flight of four light being ceramic tiled steps leading up to a slightly raised landing. Beside the stairs is a gently sloped tiled section that functions as a small ramp. The railings are made of study black-painted metal handrail that features simple vertical balusters and polished stainless-steel handrails that extend up another staircase.At the top of the landing,
The office was dark, save for the pool of fluorescent light cast by the lamp on Marius’s mahogany desk and the blue glow of his monitor. The building was mostly empty now, the cleaning crew’s vacuum humming somewhere on a different floor. He leaned back, his yellow green eyes burning from hours of staring at spreadsheets. The budget projections were a nightmare of fluctuating costs and optimistic estimates. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, feeling every bit of the day’s tension in his shoulder. His phone sat on the edge of the desk, dark and silent. He glanced at the clock on his computer taskbar: 10:04 PM. He had promised Tera that he would show up. A part of him wanted to just finish this one column, close the laptop and go home to his empty house. But another part– the part that had agreed to her terms– was already reaching for his keys to go see her.Marius stood up, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair. The office felt colder now that the heating had diale
Oliver’s eyes darkened with satisfaction at her admission, a low growl of approval rumbling in his chest. The confession that her nervousness was due to attraction, not fear, sent a wave of possessive heat through him. “Attractive?” he repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You think
Oliver’s eyes widened slightly at her blunt observation, a low chuckle escaping his lips. The sound was rich and unexpected, breaking the usual seriousness, he carried around the office. “In a hurry,” he repeated, his voice laced with amusement. “You are saying my designers need to consider emergen
Oliver’s expression softened further, a rare warmth entering his icy blue eyes. He watched the way her hand instinctively went to her cheek, the nervous gesture only making her more endearing. “Clubbing,” he repeated with a dismissive wave of his hand. “That is what people in their twenties do. The
A small, almost imperceptible smile touched the corner of Oliver’s mouth as she suggested a cafe mocha for tomorrow. The idea of another deviation from his usual black coffee routine seemed to amuse him in a way he rarely allowed himself. “Cafe mocha, huh?” he repeated, his voice losing some of its







