TRISTEN
Tristen pushes the button in front of her and like a groaning beast, the elevator shudders back to life and begins moving again; downwards and back to the club.
They both stand in front of the sealed doors, their reflections wavy and unstable in the reflective surface of the metal box.
He looks at the mirroring image of her on the wall in front of him.
Her eyes are closed and she's breathing slowly through her mouth.
Even in a distorted image she is still the most breathtaking thing he’s ever seen.
He averts his gaze.
If he keeps staring at her, he’ll actually f**k her here and that is the last thing Tristen wants.
When he finally takes her, it will be in his bed, or on his kitchen counter, or against the ridiculously large bookshelf in his office.
Somewhere that is utterl
