Life in Draft Mode: BOOK 1

THE DAILY GRIND

Elias’s large iced Americano and Maya’s iced-latte collided in mid-air. In a split second, the laws of physics took over. Maya gasped as the iced cold- latte hit her chest, the liquid instantly soaking through the delicate silk.

The white fabric, once opaque and professional, turned completely translucent against her skin. The dark coffee pooled in the lace of her cream-colored bra, highlighting the soft curves and deep plunge of her neckline. The sheer wetness left nothing to the imagination, clinging to her skin and making the cold morning air suddenly feel very, very sharp.

"Oh my god! I am so, so sorry!" Elias stammered, dropping his own empty cup. He looked down in horror, only to realize he had his own problems. The remains of his iced coffee had splashed directly across the front of his light grey chinos. The dark, jagged stain was centered perfectly over his lap, making it look like he’d had a very public accident.

"My shirt," Maya whispered, her hands hovering over her chest in a futile attempt to cover herself. The contrast of the dark coffee against her fair skin and the heavy swell of her breasts was striking, and she could feel the heat of his gaze even as he tried to look away.

"Here, take my jacket," Elias said quickly, fumbling with the buttons of his blazer. He draped it over her shoulders, the heavy wool finally shielding her from the curious stares of the morning commuters.

"Your pants," Maya said, a small, hysterical laugh bubbling up as she looked at the massive wet patch on his crotch. "You’re going to have a very interesting meeting."