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The bathroom was filled with steam, the mirrors fogged, and the air thick with warmth and the scent of citrus soap and coconut body oil. The morning haze hadn't quite worn off, even as real-world obligations loomed.
Amanda stood at the sink, towel wrapped around her chest, fingers gliding concealer beneath her eyes with the precision of someone used to performing calm under pressure.
But her smirk betrayed her. The way her lips curled up, the way her hips swayed just a little more than necessary—it all hinted at the chaos from earlier.
Behind her, Ericka was blow-drying her curls into soft definition, already dressed in one of her sleek power suits: deep navy blue with an open collar and gold cufflinks that matched the watch on her wrist. Her movements were smooth, composed—but her eyes kept straying to Amanda's reflection.
"You better focus," Amanda said, catching her in the mirror. "You've got that 10 AM meeting, remember?"
Ericka set the blow-dryer down, stepped closer, and wrapped her arms around Amanda from behind. Her hands rested low on Amanda's towel-covered hips as she pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
"Hard to focus when you keep walking around with your towel barely hanging on."
Amanda leaned back into her, her voice soft but smug. "I know exactly what I'm doing."
Ericka smiled and kissed her again, this time higher—up Amanda's neck, under her ear, along the line of her jaw.
"You're trouble," she whispered.
Amanda tilted her head to the side, offering her neck freely. "And you like trouble."
Their lips met, slow and warm at first, then deepened with a shared hunger that hadn't quite faded from the night before.
Ericka's hand slipped around Amanda's waist, pulling her flush against her body as their mouths moved together—full, teasing, familiar.
Amanda moaned softly into her, her arms winding around Ericka's neck.
Just as their kiss started to melt into something heavier, a soft knock on the bathroom doorframe broke the spell.
Ava leaned against it in nothing but a towel and a wicked grin. "If y'all start round two in here, we're gonna be late."
Amanda smiled against Ericka's lips but didn't pull away immediately.
Ericka finally turned, releasing Amanda slowly. "Then come help keep us on track."
Ava smirked as she stepped inside, walking straight up to Ericka and wrapping her arms around her waist. "What if I want to distract you instead?"
Ericka didn't hesitate. She leaned in and kissed Ava, slow and full. Their mouths moved together with a tension that had been building all morning. Ava's fingers slid into Ericka's hair, and Ericka let her hands roam down the curve of Ava's back, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush.
Amanda watched them for a second, towel still loosely clutched in one hand, before clearing her throat. "Now who's starting round two?"
They all laughed, breathless, and slowly separated—heat still humming in the air.
The Office Arrival
The private car pulled up in front of the building, sleek and tinted. As they exited, each woman slipped into her role like a second skin.
Amanda's stride was crisp, calculated. Her black trousers hugged her just right, her blouse tucked in smoothly, blazer sharp enough to cut through tension.
Her hair was pulled into a soft low bun, her earrings delicate gold hoops that whispered confidence.
But beneath it all, her body still buzzed from earlier—every brush of her thigh against the inside of her slacks a reminder of soft hands and stolen kisses.
Ericka walked beside her, poised and cool, her presence commanding even before she spoke. Every movement was intentional, practiced—but the glance she tossed Amanda as they neared the elevator? That one burned with unspoken promises.
Ava brought up the rear, chatting casually with one of the assistants by the reception desk like nothing was out of the ordinary. But as the three of them entered the executive elevator alone, she let her fingers drag slowly down Amanda's arm before stepping back into place.
Amanda didn't look at her, but her lips twitched with the effort not to smile.
The elevator dinged.
As the doors opened onto the executive floor, they emerged transformed—flirty energy tucked away beneath perfect posture and poker faces.
"Morning, Ms. Sinclair," one of the interns greeted Ericka with a nervous smile.
Ericka nodded, cool and composed. "Morning."
Amanda offered a polite but unreadable smile. "Let me know if the boardroom is prepped. We'll need water, notepad stacks, and updated presentation folders."
"Yes, ma'am."
Ava walked past with a wave. "And maybe coffee for the whole floor. It's Monday. We need it."
The intern nodded, already scrambling.
As they reached the glass-paneled office, Amanda stepped forward to open the door for Ericka. Their fingers brushed—just briefly—and both paused for half a second too long. Just long enough to feel it.
Inside, Amanda set her bag down at her desk while Ericka crossed the office and slipped behind her own. Ava, trailing slightly, leaned in as she passed Amanda's desk and whispered, "So far, I'm winning."
Amanda raised a brow. "We'll see who breaks first."
Ericka looked up from her desk and smirked without a word.
Let the workday begin.