𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟖 +

𝐓 𝐇 𝐈 𝐑 𝐓 𝐘

Eden

The taxi ride felt like an eternity, though the clock told me it was only thirty minutes. The anticipation had me on edge, my thoughts a swirling mix of excitement and anxiety. As we drove further away from the city, the bright lights faded into the distance, replaced by the more subdued glow of the countryside. When the driver finally pulled up in front of the hotel, I couldn't help but gape at the sheer grandeur of it.

The hotel was like something out of a dream, an opulent palace of glass and stone that seemed to rise out of nowhere, bathed in the soft light of the evening. It wasn't just fancy; it was the kind of place where people went to feel important, to escape from the world in a bubble of luxury. And Lenore had booked us a room here. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes.

Stepping out of the taxi, suddenly feeling a little out of place in the grandeur of the surroundings. The valet greeted me with a warm smile as he opened the door for me, and I could feel my heart beating faster with every step I took toward the entrance.

Inside, the hotel was even more luxurious than I'd imagined. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden light over the marble floors. Plush, velvet sofas were arranged in small, intimate clusters, and the air was scented with something delicate and expensive. Everything about this place screamed elegance, and I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach as I approached the front desk.

"Good evening," the concierge greeted me with a polite smile, his voice smooth and professional. "How may I assist you?"

"I'm checking in," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "The reservation should be under Lenore DuBois."

He typed something into the computer, and within moments, he handed me a keycard with a small, knowing smile. "Welcome. Your room is on the top floor. Enjoy your stay."

I thanked him, my fingers curling around the keycard as I headed toward the elevator. My mind was racing, a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. The fact that Lenore had chosen this place, this room, for us... it was more than just a meeting. It was an escape from reality, a place where we could be together without the eyes of the world watching.

The elevator ride up to the top floor felt like an eternity, but finally, the doors opened, and I found myself stepping into a lavish hallway. The walls were adorned with ornate wallpaper, and soft lights guided my way to the door at the end. My heart pounded as I slid the keycard into the slot, the small green light flashing as the lock clicked open.

Pushing the door open, I stepped inside and was immediately hit with the scent of something delicious, garlic and herbs, mingling with the rich aroma of roasting meat. My eyes scanned the room, and there she was, standing in the kitchen, her back to me as she busied herself with whatever she was cooking. The room itself was stunning, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city lights in the distance. But all I could focus on was her.

Lenore turned around at the sound of the door closing, and the smile she gave me was enough to make my heart skip a beat. She looked effortlessly beautiful, her hair pulled back in a loose, elegant bun, and she was dressed in a simple yet stunning black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.

"Darling," she said, her voice warm and welcoming as she crossed the room to greet me. "How was your day at the office?"

She kissed me then, soft and lingering, and I melted into the touch, all the tension I'd been carrying with me dissolving in an instant. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of promises, of secrets shared in the dark, and I knew then that whatever happened tonight, it was going to be more than just a casual encounter.