Elias walked toward her, his movements slow and deliberate. He stopped just inches away, the air crackling with a decade of unspoken history. He didn't reach for her; he didn't have to. The magnetism was a physical force, a pull born of mutual respect and a shared, hardened ambition.
"Then let's go show them what 'halfway' looks like to people like us," he said. sexy hard mature
A soft knock at the mahogany door preceded Clara, his lead architect. She was thirty-eight, a woman who moved with the confidence of someone who had long ago stopped trying to please everyone and started pleasing herself. She wore a deep emerald silk blouse that caught the light, and her dark hair was swept up, exposing the elegant curve of her neck. Elias walked toward her, his movements slow and deliberate