Dressed to Tease

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Aisha stirred under the covers, the scent of Rishi's cologne still lingering on the sheets. A lazy smile tugged at her lips as she stretched, only to feel a firm arm wrap around her waist, pulling her back against a warm, solid chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" Rishi's husky voice rumbled against her ear.

Aisha chuckled, turning in his arms to face him. "I was planning to get out of bed, but clearly, you have other ideas."

Rishi smirked, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her bare back. "I always have other ideas when you're in my bed."

She rolled her eyes playfully, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before slipping out of his hold. "We have a party to attend tonight. I need to pick out something to wear."

Rishi propped himself on his elbow, watching her with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Wear that red dress. The one that makes me forget how to breathe."

Aisha raised an eyebrow. "The one with the slit?"

"Mmm-hmm," he hummed, licking his lips. "That one."

She sauntered toward the wardrobe, pulling out the dress in question, letting it drape over her arm. Then, with a smirk, she reached for a lacy lingerie set, holding it up teasingly. "What if I wear this instead?"

Rishi got up, walking towards her half nak*d, his gaze locked onto hers with a wicked glint. He trailed his fingers lightly down her arm, sending a shiver through her. Leaning in, his breath warm against her ear, he murmured, "Then I'll just have to find a way to convince you, won't I?" His lips brushed the shell of her ear before traveling lower, his voice laced with teasing heat. "Maybe I'll start by reminding you exactly why you can never resist me." His eyes darkened as he leaned against the doorframe. "You'd look good wearing nothing too."

Aisha gasped, feigning innocence. "I wanted to tease you, but you're the one teasing me now."

He chuckled, stepping closer, his fingers brushing the fabric in her hand. "You are so cute, Aisha. We both know who's really in control here."

Aisha turned, resting a hand on his chest. "Yeah, I am."

He smirked. "For sure, you are."

She gave him a playful push. "Go shower. You need to look presentable, Mr. Rishi."

He grabbed her wrist before she could walk away. "Join me?"

Aisha laughed. "We'll never make it to the party if I do."

Rishi sighed dramatically. "Fine. But only if you promise me something."

"What?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing hers. "Save me a dance tonight. And maybe, wear that red dress."

Aisha smirked. "We'll see."

The evening arrived faster than expected, and Aisha stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the silk of her red dress. The slit ran high up her thigh, teasing just the right amount of skin. She slipped into her heels, adding the final touch with a pair of dangling earrings.

Just as she turned to grab her clutch, the door opened, and Rishi stepped inside. He froze mid-step, his gaze raking over her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

"Damn, Aisha…" His voice was low, almost reverent. "You look..."

She smirked, turning slightly to the side. "Good?"

He strode towards her, his fingers grazing the slit of her dress, his touch igniting sparks along her skin. "Tempting. Dangerous. Absolutely breathtaking."

She placed a hand on his chest. "And you? Look at you in this tux. You clean up nicely."

Rishi grinned, adjusting his cufflinks. "Well, I had to match my date."

Aisha chuckled, but before she could step back, Rishi pulled her close. His lips hovered over hers, his breath hot against her skin. "Do we really have to go to this party? Because right now, all I want to do is strip that dress off you."

She bit her lip, feeling the heat coil between them. "Tempting offer. But let's make the night interesting, shall we?"

Rishi groaned, resting his forehead against hers. "You're testing my patience, love."

Aisha smirked. "Well, there's a reason you love me."

Aisha twirled in front of the mirror, running her hands down the silky fabric. She smirked, turning to Rishi with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Well, what if others see me the way you do? How would they resist me? Aren't you jealous I'm showing too much skin?"

Rishi chuckled, stepping closer, his hands sliding possessively around her waist. "Jealous? No, love. I just pity them."

Aisha raised an eyebrow. "Pity?"

He leaned in, his lips ghosting over her ear. "Because no matter how much they look, they'll never get to touch."

Aisha recalled how Ranvir had always stopped her from wearing these clothes, claiming she was seeking too much attention. But Rishi? He was different. Looking at her completely lost in thought, he ran his fingers down her arm, his voice firm yet filled with warmth. "Wear whatever you want, Aisha. No one gets to tell you otherwise. And if anyone dares to think or act inappropriately, I'll personally make sure they regret it."

She felt safe in his touch, grounding her in a way no one else ever had.

Taking his hand, she led him toward the door. "Now, let's go turn some heads, shall we?"

With one last heated glance, they stepped out into the night, ready to set the party on fire.