Emily’s Passionate Journey

They stepped out of the train and Emily found herself in a busy train station. The mysterious man beside her put his hand on the small of her back, leading her through the crowd as she kept close to him. She felt his hand press against her back through the thin soft wool of her dress, not speaking a word as he guided her. She wondered where they were going, but she didn’t dare ask, and instead just followed his lead.

They went outside, crossed a busy plaza, where children were playing and were hurrying to and from. He lead her towards an apartment building at the edge of the plaza. She took in the building: opulent, clearly not a very affordable place to live. She hesitated a little on the threshold, knowing that if she crossed it, there would be no turning back. She looked up at him, and noticed that he was frowning at her hesitation. She was a little scared, but she didn’t want to let him down, and truth be told, she felt curious, too. A little excited, even. She sighed, and stepped inside, letting him lead her into an elevator that was waiting for them at the end of the hallway.

As soon as the doors closed, he pushed her back against the elevator wall, and leaned in to kiss her on her lips. She raised her arms in surprise at his sudden passion, then leant into the the kiss, parting her lips. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and they kissed deeply until their kiss was interrupted by the ring of the elevator bell announcing their arrival at the top floor. He took her wrist and pulled her into the hallway, leading her down the hall and into his penthouse apartment. She entered the apartment, wide-eyed, taking everything in. She turned to face him, a little wary, but mostly curious about the kind of man that would kidnap a girl from a train and then bring her to a home like this.

He closed the door behind her, and smiled softly, admiring her figure as she stood in the bright apartment, where sunlight fell in through high windows. “You know, the view from the balcony is magnificent this time of year”, he commented, “why don’t you take a look? I’ll  join you in a second.”

Emily strolled out onto the balcony, leaving the doors open behind her. She breathed in the air and took in the view of the busy plaza below. She fixed her dress, which had gotten a little messy during the elevator kiss. He followed her onto the balcony, and noticed how beautiful she looked in the sunlight. “Do you like the view?” he asked. “It’s beautiful”, she replied with a smile, turning around to face him, looking him up and down with a flicker of her eyes. He looked well-groomed, with an angular face, light brown hair, intelligent grey eyes, and going by the way his shirt fit around his shoulders, a toned physique.

“Can I help you with something?” he asked dryly as he noticed her staring at him. Her eyes met his. “I’m fine”, she said, biting her lip, “I was about to ask you the same thing.” His lips curled into a mischievous grin, imagining the possibilities, then he spoke: “Turn back around and raise your dress.”