The Wrong Woman

Lust was a common feeling that transcended gender boundaries. It would be hard to believe anyone who claimed they'd never experienced it.

"I'm not immune to lust either. Last time, it was because I—" Elio began to explain, but Candice's phone rang.

She quickly fumbled for her phone, clearly flustered. The ringing drowned out Elio's voice. "I... have feelings for you."

"Hello, Grandma!" Candice greeted, her voice tinged with guilt as she held the phone to her ear. "Don't worry. I'm just with a friend, and I'll be home soon. "No, there's no need for Jasper to pick me up. I'll get a cab. And please, stop treating me like a child. I'm an adult, almost 23. Alright, fine. Bye."

After ending the call, Candice stowed her phone in her bag and looked up at Elio. "What were you saying?"

Elio's expression tightened, his words seemingly caught in his throat. After a few moments of silence, he reached for his car keys. "I'll drive you home." "No, I'll take a cab." Candice rejected.

With his car keys in hand, Elio slipped on his shoes. As he walked past Candice, he took her hand and led her outside. Her back stiffened as she followed him, step by step, her gaze locked on their clasped hands.

skin and pulsing through her veins. Her heartbeat picked up with the intimate contact. Her body

had held hands so

car and opened the passenger door for her. When he turned to face her, he noticed her cheeks had flushed a deep red, and her eyes were shyly lowered. She looked utterly charming

he realized he was holding Candice's hand.

memory of their business trip when he had slipped into her bed, undressed her, and kissed her

time, just as she wasn't resisting now. But

let anyone get close. If she was fine with his touch, it likely meant she had feelings

would you like to

After some thought, she replied,

didn't want to cancel at the last minute and potentially leave him with a

into the car and fastened her seatbelt. After Elio closed the door for her, he walked around to the driver's side,

Candice's work schedule, usual tasks, and latest projects. Although they only discussed work, their conversation was valuable because it gave them a shared interest to bond

Upon returning to Morrison

walked in with a lively bounce while softly humming a tune. She seemed radiant and spirited, akin to a