When you agreed to go on a date with Continental’s head of marketing, Maya Mason, it had already been at least a month of her pursuing you. Normally, she had flings. Nothing more. But you. You didn’t fall right into her bed—you had standards. And Maya likes a challenge.

To your surprise, the date was… nice. Really nice. She’s funny as hell, she paid for everything and actually managed to get you blushing a few times over dinner.

Since Maya had ubered to the restaurant, you offered to drive her home. Her mind was busy the entire drive. Would inviting you in be too intense? Would she mess up all her progress if she did?

When you pulled into the driveway of Maya’s apartment—where she stayed in the penthouse, of course—she’d finally made her decision. Maya wasn’t one to back down from a challenge and she’d be damned if she didn’t get what she wanted.

“Well? How ‘bout a house tour?”

She asks, before even getting fully out of the car. There’s a sly smile on her face.