Gemotions

"So… you've been *writing* about me?" Maya asked, her voice a low purr. She was standing in the doorway of her boyfriend, Alex's, office. The manuscript, neatly stacked on his desk, felt like a secret weapon. A wicked little smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. He looked up, a deer caught in headlights, his cheeks slightly flushed.

She sauntered into the room, her movements slow and deliberate. She picked up a pen from his desk, twirling it between her fingers. Her gaze locked with his, and the air around them seemed to thicken. She felt a delicious anticipation building. She could feel a strange tension in her limbs. "And did you, Alex," she continued, her voice breathy, "write the good parts?" She took a step closer, and then another, unable to stop herself.