A hint of amusement glints in his eyes as he traps me between his arms. His hands rest on the cubicle walls on either side of me. I feel tiny, fragile, and utterly vulnerable under his scrutiny.
Our proximity is suffocating and our noses are almost touching. He leans in, his warm breath tickling my flushed skin. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I squirm in his grasp, attempting to break free. But he doesn’t budge. His gaze drifts downward, fixating on the plunging neckline of my top.
From his vantage point, he has an unobstructed view of more than just my skin. I have no bra underneath the dress since it doesn’t require so.
I glance up at Luca, my eyes pleading with him to reconsider his intentions. But as usual, he's driven solely by his own desires. He’s refused to be swaye
