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The afternoon sun spilled through the grand bedroom window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the warm, still air. Anissa’s confident smile softened into something more intimate as she guided Jay further into the room, her hand a gentle, persuasive pressure on his arm. His breath hitched when her fingers, trembling slightly, began to work the buttons of her blouse, letting the silk whisper to the floor. The world narrowed to the space between them, charged with a silent, aching need that made her skin flush under his gaze. She moved closer, her lips meeting his in a slow, searching kiss that tasted of promise and potential. Her hands traced the line of his jaw, her touch both a question and an answer, while his own hands settled on her waist, pulling her into the solid warmth of his body. A soft, involuntary sigh escaped her as their embrace deepened, every nerve ending alight with the thrill of their connection. The sound of the front door opening downstairs was a sudden, cold splash of reality, fracturing their private world. They sprang apart, their frantic movements a silent, shared panic as they scrambled to reassemble their professional facades. Yet, in the charged silence that followed, the unspoken question of what might happen next hung in the air, thick and sweet as honey.