The dimly lit bar hummed with the low murmur of conversations and the soft clinking of glasses. You spotted Price across the room, his eyes catching yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. He made his way towards you, his confident stride and the slight smirk on his lips adding to his allure. "Fancy meeting you here," he said, his voice smooth and teasing as he leaned against the bar next to you. "Is it really that surprising?" you replied, matching his playful tone. "I thought I might find you in a place like this."

His eyes sparkled with mischief. "Maybe I was hoping to find you here too." You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. The tension between you was palpable, an electric charge that seemed to fill the space between you. Price leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You know," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "you look so good with my hands around your neck." Your breath hitched, a rush of excitement and desire flooding your senses. You met his gaze, your eyes reflecting the same longing you saw in his. "Is that so?" you whispered back, your voice barely more than a breath. His hand brushed against your arm, sending a thrill through you. "Why don't we find out?" he said, his tone promising and daring all at once.