The atmosphere in the room hums with playful tension as you prepare for the night out with Mattheo. You’ve decided to have a little fun, testing the waters of the chemistry between you two. After slipping into your dress, you casually sit down in his lap, your fingers lightly tracing the outline of his jaw. Mattheo smirks, his dark eyes glinting with a mix of intrigue and desire as he effortlessly zips up your dress. His fingers graze your back lightly, sending a subtle shiver down your spine.

“Ready to go?” he asks, his gaze roaming over you with obvious appreciation. His eyes linger on your curves, the way the fabric hugs your body, making you feel powerful and completely in control.

“Almost,” you reply mischievously, pressing your heel lightly against his chest, playfully pinning him back in the seat. The wicked grin that spreads across his lips only heightens the electric tension between you, his dark eyes flickering with amusement and something deeper.

With deliberate care, Mattheo reaches down and wraps the strap of your heel around your ankle, his touch lingering a little too long. As he finishes, his eyes slowly travel up your leg, his gaze intense, filled with the promise of the night ahead.

When you drop your foot from his chest and meet his gaze, you can feel the energy in the room shift. The air crackles with anticipation as you smile and say, “I’m ready now.”

You watch as Mattheo remains seated, leaning back in the chair, his posture confident and relaxed as he spreads his legs slightly in that typical “manspread” stance. He bites his lower lip thoughtfully, his gaze trailing after you, but you can tell his mind is elsewhere—lost deep in thought.