MAYA
I walked into the dining room feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbling in my stomach. No classes today meant I could lounge around, but I still wanted to look cute.
I’d chosen a tight black crop top that showed a tempting strip of my toned stomach and a pair of low-hanging pink sweatpants that sat dangerously low on my hips and the waistband of my tiny thong just barely visible if I moved right. My long hair cascaded down my back in soft waves.
I looked perfect for the day.
The moment I sat down at the table, Tristan walked in.
He looked devastating in a perfectly tailored black suit with the crisp white shirt underneath hugging his broad chest. His jaw was clean-shaven, hair styled and exuding power and control.
Our eyes met instantly and heat flared between us.
