Playing With Fire! (R18)

Hugo kept his hands firmly on the wheel, eyes locked onto the road ahead, but his mind was a complete disaster zone.

His brain was screaming at him to make a choice.

But how the hell was he supposed to make one when Erica's hand was still on his lap, slowly creeping upward like a wild animal preparing to strike?

On one hand, he was skeptical. Really skeptical.

'There's no way she suddenly likes me just like that, right? We barely even talk outside of project meetings! What's changed?'

It didn't add up. Maybe she was playing around, maybe she just enjoyed messing with him. But still, what if she was serious?

What if she meant every word she had said?

The doubt lingered in his mind. Could he really trust this?

He didn't have much experience with girls like Erica other than Celine, girls who teased, flirted, and played dangerous games like it was second nature.