One Night Mystery Affair

Under the Influence

The next day at the office, Wyatt walked down the hallway, his eyes scanning the corridor ahead. Just then, he spotted Miranda approaching. "Hey, Miranda! I was just about to call you. We need to talk," Wyatt said, stopping in his tracks. Miranda gave him a curious look. "Oh? Is this about Riley's proposal?" "Yeah. It's garbage, isn't it?" Wyatt smiled slightly. "Actually, no. It's perfect." Miranda raised an eyebrow in surprise, but before she could respond, Wyatt continued, "I wanted to talk to you about the client. Miranda nodded. "Oh, yes. Well... that works. It's set for 7:00 p.m." We can go there together." "I want Riley to come," Wyatt said firmly. Miranda hesitated. "Oh, but she's so new. I thought-" "Is there a problem?" Wyatt interrupted before she could finish. Miranda quickly composed herself. "No," she replied. "Good. Then send Riley to my office," Wyatt said before walking away. Miranda watched him leave, then muttered under her breath in a sarcastic tone, "Send Riley to my office..." Unbeknownst to them, Ivy, came by at the office and managed to hear the conversation. She overheard Wyatt's conversation with Miranda, her curiosity piqued. Just as Miranda was about to head to her office, Ivy stepped forward, revealing herself. She blocked Miranda's path and slowly removed her glasses, eyeing her intently. "Oh, Miss Ivy," Miranda said, surprised. "What are you doing here?" Ivy smirked. "I couldn't help but overhear Mr. Wyatt prioritizing your subordinate over you." "Maybe he's looking to replace you with Riley," Ivy remarked, her tone laced with intrigue. Miranda stiffened but forced a nod. Ivy continued, "I think it's time we talk about what we can do for each other." Miranda remained silent, but the tension between them was palpable. Meanwhile, in his office, Mr. Wyatt sat at his desk when Riley walked in hesitantly. "You wanted to see me, sir?" she asked. Silence. Receiving no immediate response, Riley's mind raced. Oh God, he's still unhappy with my work. Finally, Wyatt turned his chair slowly to face her. "Come to dinner with me," he said, his expression unreadable. Riley's eyes widened in shock. "Dinner?" she echoed. "A client dinner," Wyatt clarified. Riley sat across from Wyatt at the Post Oak Hotel in Uptown Houston-one of the largest and most luxurious hotels in Texas. The atmosphere was sophisticated, but tension lingered between them. Jayden, their client, studied Wyatt for a moment before smirking. "Dude, what's going on with you? You're so stiff." Wyatt remained composed. Jayden leaned in. "Look, I'm here to talk about your involvement in our company, okay? Not to party. "I don't do that stuff anymore," he said firmly. Jayden chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Gotcha," he replied before standing up. "I'm getting a drink. You know, you could have some fun too. It's not a crime." Riley turned to Wyatt as they remained seated. "He's got a point," she murmured. At the counter, Jayden held two glass cups in one hand. As he turned to speak to a woman standing nearby, He put down the two glasses at the counter. "It looks like Wyatt might need a little help sealing the deal," Jayden remarked with a smirk. "I got you," the woman beside him replied, holding up a small vial. "A little something extra-I put it in the one on the left," she added, nodding toward the drinks. "Just a little kick to help him loosen up." Jayden winked at her, taking the drink back to the table where Wyatt and Riley were seated. "This is a business dinner," Wyatt was saying to Riley as Jayden approached. "Let's keep it professional." Before Wyatt could say anything else, Jayden set the drinks down and slid into his seat. "Let's talk business," he said, casually dropping two glasses of wine onto the table. A fine layer of dust scattered across the surface from the impact. Then, before anyone could stop her, Riley reached for one of the glasses and took a sip. Jayden's eyes widened. "Oh, s**t," he muttered under his breath. Riley had just taken the glass meant for Wyatt. Within minutes, Riley started acting strangely. The effects of the drug-whatever it was-had begun to take hold. She turned to Wyatt, her gaze hazy but locked onto his. "You look different at night," she murmured. "Can I touch your face?" Wyatt stiffened. "We should probably keep our hands to ourselves," he said cautiously. "I don't want to," Riley replied, giggling as she suddenly slipped off her shoes and began twirling around, dancing without a care. Wyatt frowned. This doesn't make sense. She only had one drink. Nearby, the woman at the counter noticed Riley's behavior and stood up, tense. "She might have taken something," she said, watching closely. Jayden, still seated and utterly unfazed, smirked. "Just a little something," he admitted casually. Wyatt's expression darkened. Without hesitation, he shot up from his seat and grabbed Jayden by the collar. "What the hell did you do to her?" Wyatt demanded, his voice sharp with fury. Jayden shrugged. "It was an accident. I just wanted to give you a little something-like old times." Wyatt's grip tightened before he shoved Jayden back. "Damn it, Jayden! You know I don't do that s**t anymore." Jayden stumbled slightly but only grinned in response. Wyatt reached Riley, who was still dancing, lost in the haze of intoxication. "Okay, Riley, time to go home," he said, attempting to steer her away. Riley pouted, twirling around with a giggle. "Oh, you are so boring! I'm having so much fun!" she protested. "I don't want to go." Wyatt sighed. "I'm sure you are, but we need to go. Let's get you to a hotel. Come on." Riley shook her head stubbornly. "No!" Wyatt had no choice. With a resigned breath, he scooped her up in his arms. "Here we go," he muttered, carrying her through the lobby and booking a room. Inside, Riley was still laughing uncontrollably as he set her down on the bed. "Alright, here we go," he said, making sure she was comfortable. "Stay here, alright? I'm gonna get you some water," Wyatt told her before stepping out of the room. Wyatt returned to the hotel room, carrying a glass of water for Riley. As he handed it to her, he couldn't help but chuckle. "You look cute when you're angry," Riley said giggling slightly. Riley narrowed her eyes at him, her lips pursed in mock frustration. "You are so weird," she muttered before letting out a laugh. "But you're also so..." she trailed off, shaking her head with amusement. Wyatt grinned. "Thank you, but seriously, drink the water," he said, watching as she took a sip. As she drank, he moved to sit beside her on the bed, placing the glass on the table nearby. Almost immediately, Riley leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Wyatt turned to look at her, slightly surprised, but before he could react, she stood up and closed the space between them, capturing his lips in a deeper, more intimate kiss. Their lips met in a kiss that burned with intensity, a collision of longing and unspoken desire. They devoured each other, their passion raw and consuming, like two hungry lions drawn to the taste of something forbidden.