The glass water bottle slipped from Rati's fingers, shattering at their feet. She knelt to clean it up, the thin peach fabric stretching obscenely across her ass as she bent forward. Sanjay stepped closer, spreading his legs to cage her between them while she picked glass shards with shaking hands. He adjusted his hardening cock inches from her face, satisfied when her breath hitched at the musky scent of his arousal through the fabric. "Careful," he murmured, pressing his shoe against her splayed fingers just hard enough to sting.

In the driveway, his driver honked twice—the signal that they'd be late for the pre-meeting strategy session. Sanjay stepped back, leaving Rati crouched in her own spilled water and splintered glass. He paused at the doorway to watch a single drop of sweat trail down her cleavage. "Change the sheets in my room," he ordered. "Use the black satin ones." Her trembling nod sent a bolt of satisfaction through him. Let her imagine what he'd do to her on those sheets tonight.