The elevator doors slid open with a whisper, revealing the sprawling penthouse suite that screamed money—too much of it, in Amber’s expert opinion. The city skyline glittered through floor-to-ceiling windows, a sea of lights winking like a cheap lover promising more than they could deliver. She adjusted the strap of her crimson dress, the fabric hugging her curves like a jealous ex, and clicked her stilettos against the polished marble floor as she stepped inside. The air smelled of expensive cologne and even pricier bourbon. Predictable.
Victor was already there, lounging on a leather sectional that probably cost more than her rent for a year. He was all tailored suit and tousled hair, the kind of man who thought “self-made” meant buying his way out of every problem. His dark eyes flicked up from the glass of amber liquid in his hand, taking her in with the lazy confidence of someone who always got what he wanted. But Amber wasn’t just anyone. She was the one who’d make him beg for it.
“Well, damn,” he drawled, setting the glass down on a glass coffee table with a deliberate clink. “You’re even better than the pictures.”
Amber smirked, tossing her honey-blonde hair over one shoulder as she sauntered toward him, hips swaying like a metronome set to seduce. “And you’re exactly as cliché as I expected, tech boy. Penthouse, bourbon, brooding stare. Did you order me off the ‘Rich Guy Starter Pack’ menu?”
Victor chuckled, a low, throaty sound that might’ve melted a lesser woman. “I like a woman with a sharp tongue. Makes things… interesting.”
“Oh, honey,” she purred, stopping just out of arm’s reach and planting a hand on her hip. “You have no idea how sharp I can get. But let’s not rush. I’m not here to stroke your ego—or anything else—until I’m good and ready.”
His brow arched, a flicker of surprise dancing across his chiseled features. “Is that so? I’m paying for this, you know. Shouldn’t I be the one calling the shots?”
Amber laughed, a rich, throaty sound that echoed off the sleek walls. “Sweetheart, you paid for my time, not my submission. You want a puppet, go buy one of those creepy AI girlfriends you tech nerds are always raving about. Me? I run this show.” She stepped closer, her heels clicking with authority, and leaned down just enough to let him catch a whiff of her jasmine perfume. “Now, are you going to be a good boy and play along, or do I have to teach you some manners?”
Victor’s lips twitched into a grin, his eyes darkening with something that looked a lot like intrigue. “I’m listening. What’s the game plan, boss lady?”
She straightened up, casting a slow, appraising glance around the room. Gold accents, modern art that looked like a toddler’s scribbles, a bar cart stocked with bottles she’d bet he’d never even touched. “First, we’re going to loosen you up. You’re wound tighter than a Silicon Valley server on launch day. All this excess, and you still look like you’ve got a board meeting in your head.” She reached into her clutch, pulling out a small, silver tin. Flipping it open, she revealed two tiny white pills nestled inside. “Ever tried ecstasy, Victor? The real kind, not the watered-down club crap.”
He hesitated, his gaze flicking from the pills to her face. “I don’t do drugs. Too messy.”
“Messy?” She cocked her head, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Oh, darling, that’s the point. Life’s too short for clean and tidy. Besides, I’m not asking you to snort coke off a stripper’s ass. This is just a little… enhancer. Makes everything feel like the first time. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Do I?” he shot back, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes, a crack in that polished facade.
Amber stepped closer, straddling his lap in one fluid motion, her dress riding up just enough to make his breath hitch. She held one pill between her manicured fingers, hovering it near his lips. “You do now. Open up, big shot. Let’s see if you can handle a real high.”
Victor’s jaw tightened for a split second before he parted his lips, letting her place the pill on his tongue. She popped the other into her own mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she swallowed with a dramatic little moan. “There. Now we’re on the same wavelength. Give it twenty minutes, and you’ll be thanking me.”
He smirked, his hands instinctively settling on her hips, but she swatted them away with a playful tsk. “Not yet, greedy. I told you, I set the pace. You’ve got to earn it.”
“Earn it?” he echoed, his voice rougher now, the first tendrils of the drug already teasing at the edges of his control. “I’ve closed billion-dollar deals in under an hour. I think I can handle you.”
“Oh, Victor,” she sighed, sliding off his lap and standing before him, her silhouette framed by the city lights. “This isn’t a boardroom. Your spreadsheets and PowerPoints mean jack shit here. Let’s see if your stamina matches your ego.”
She dropped to her knees with the grace of a predator, her hands sliding up his thighs as she fixed him with a look that could’ve burned through steel. “Don’t move unless I tell you to. Got it?”
His breath caught, but he nodded, his usual swagger replaced by something raw, something hungry. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good boy,” she teased, her fingers deftly working at his belt. “Let’s see if you can keep up, or if you’re all talk and no action. I’m betting on the latter—prove me wrong.”
As she leaned in, her lips brushing against him with deliberate slowness, Victor groaned, his head tipping back against the couch. “Fuck, Amber. You’re ruthless.”
She chuckled against him, the vibration sending a shiver through his body. “You have no idea. Now shut up and let me work. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”
The room seemed to pulse with the city’s heartbeat as the ecstasy began to weave its magic, colors sharpening, sensations amplifying. Amber kept control, her every move calculated to drive him to the edge and back, her taunts biting just enough to keep him on his toes. “Come on, tech titan,” she murmured, her voice dripping with mock disappointment. “I’ve seen interns with more endurance. Don’t tell me you’re already tapping out.”
Victor’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his voice a strained growl. “Keep talking, sweetheart. I’m just getting started.”
She grinned, reveling in the power she held over him, the way his polished exterior crumbled under her touch. The high of the drug mingled with the heat of the moment, a heady cocktail that left them both buzzing, teetering on the edge of something wilder, something reckless. As the city glittered below, indifferent to their game, Amber knew this was only the beginning. Whatever came next, she’d be the one steering the ship—and Victor, for all his billions, was just along for the ride.
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