The sun was high now, spilling golden light across the terrace overlooking the greens. A small table had been set, simple but elegant, glasses catching the light, silverware laid perfectly.
Selena slid into the chair across from Lucien, posture casual, effortless—but every subtle movement radiated intent.
Lucien poured water into their glasses, eyes briefly catching hers.
Lucien: "You've got quite a talent for golf."
Selena: "Oh?" [She leaned forward slightly, letting the sunlight highlight the curve of her lips.]
Selena: "And do you always notice everything… or just the things that interest you?"
Lucien: "I notice what matters."
Selena: [Her smile deepened, mischievous.] "I think I'm interesting."
Selena: "Observation is fine… but teaching is better."
Selena: "You've been teaching me all morning, and I can tell… you're enjoying it."
Lucien: [Eyes narrowing slightly, jaw tightening.] "I'm focused on your swing."
Selena: "I hope I'm not making you lose your focus."
Lucien: "I've been doing fine so far."
Selena: "Though… I have to admit, I kind of like knowing I can."
Lucien: [A small twitch in his jaw, voice clipped but low.] "Maybe you can… but I won't let it distract me."
Selena: "I wonder… does someone like you ever lose control?"
Lucien: "Control isn't that easy to lose."
Selena: [Her smile widened, slow, knowing.] "Good."
Lucien: "Though… I might be reconsidering."
Selena: "I like watching it… when you try not to."
Lucien: [Exhaling slowly, voice low, careful.] "And I like keeping you on edge."
The lunch continued in quiet, dangerous rhythm—words light but edged with intent, glances loaded with meaning, touches minimized but heavy with presence.
Every movement, every look, every playful remark was a deliberate game of control—and Selena knew she was already several moves ahead
Selena sipped her water, keeping her posture casual, but every subtle tilt of her shoulder and sway of her hips was deliberate. The air between them pulsed with the quiet weight of the morning's game and the heat of their teasing.
Lucien's eyes studied her carefully. His voice dropped low, deliberate, slightly dangerous.
Lucien: "What do you want from me, Selena?"
Selena froze for a heartbeat, pulse quickening.
Lucien: "I know meeting me… isn't a coincidence."
Her fingers tightened slightly around her glass, and she smiled, though it was carefully measured, hiding the flicker of nervousness.
Selena: "Maybe… I just enjoy your company," she said softly, voice teasing, trying to mask her awareness.
Lucien: "Come now," he said, leaning forward slightly, eyes dark and intense. "We both know that's not the full story."
Selena's lips curved into a slow, playful smile. She leaned back, letting the sunlight trace the line of her collarbone, letting him feel the weight of her presence.
Selena: "Some things… are better left unsaid," she murmured, soft but deliberate. "I don't mind seeing you, but… my personal life… that's not part of the conversation."
Lucien: [A faint smirk tugged at his lips, voice low, amused.] "Ah… but I can see it in you. Every glance, every movement… you're here for more than just a game of golf."
Selena's eyes glimmered with mischief, her voice dropping to a whisper.
Selena: "Perhaps. Or perhaps I just like testing how long you can resist me."
Lucien's hands tightened slightly on the glass, knuckles whitening, but his composure remained—just barely.
Lucien: "Resistance… is harder than you think."
Selena leaned closer across the table, just enough that he could feel the subtle warmth radiating from her, voice soft and teasing:
Selena: "Maybe… that's the fun part."
The tension hung between them, electric, dangerous, and intoxicating. Lucien knew she was married—he had seen her with her husband—but the thrill, the challenge, and the undeniable pull of her teasing presence made the rules blur.
Selena sat back, smiling faintly, letting him simmer in the unspoken desire and obsession she had carefully stoked all morning
The sun had begun to dip lower, casting long shadows across the perfectly trimmed greens. They had finished the last hole, and the quiet of the course made every small sound—the rustle of leaves, the distant birds—a sharp contrast to the tension between them.
Selena wiped a light sheen of sweat from her forehead, letting her hand brush along her neck.
Selena: "I… feel hot."
Lucien's eyes flicked to her, sharp, dark, and aware. Every subtle movement of her body—the curve of her shoulders, the slight sway of her hips—pulled at him.
Selena: [Playful, teasing.] "Are you… a member here?"
Lucien's gaze sharpened, a slow, deliberate smirk curling his lips. His voice was low, heavy with something more than curiosity.
Lucien: "Yes. Why?"
Selena stepped slightly closer, the sunlight glinting off her hair, her eyes glimmering with mischief and something darker.
Selena: [Soft, seductive, deliberate.] "I… need a place to… cool down."
Lucien's pulse quickened, the taut line of his jaw tightening, though he kept his composure. His dark gaze held hers, and the weight of it made the air between them almost unbearable.
Lucien: "A place to… cool down, huh?"
Selena: [Leaning just slightly toward him, voice low, teasing.] "Yes… somewhere private."
Lucien's eyes flicked over her, slow and deliberate, registering the intention behind every word, every subtle movement. Desire and restraint warred visibly across his face, but the smirk never left his lips.
Lucien: "You're confident… I'll give you that."
Selena: [Playful, eyes glinting.] "I like knowing I can push you… and maybe even get what I want."
Lucien's pulse jumped, the air between them electric. He knew exactly what she meant—and she knew he knew.
Lucien: [Low, deliberate, voice tense but controlled.] "Follow me, then. I'll show you somewhere private."
Selena's smile deepened, slow, satisfied, knowing she had just pushed him further—her teasing, her lust, her obsession, all perfectly calculated.
The terrace behind them faded as they moved toward the private rooms at the clubhouse, the tension crackling with every step
The door closed softly behind them, cutting off the sounds of the greens. The room was sleek, private, and luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the course. The late afternoon sun spilled gold across the floor, highlighting every curve of Selena's figure as she stood near the small lounge area.
Selena let her gaze linger on Lucien, slow, deliberate. Every subtle tilt of her head, the way she shifted her weight, the soft sway of her hips, was calculated to make him aware of her presence.
Selena: [Soft, teasing] "It's… so much cooler in here."
Lucien kept his hands at his sides, jaw tight, but his eyes were dark, scanning her with restrained desire.
Lucien: "I can see that."
Selena stepped closer, but not too close—just enough that he could feel her intent in the air between them.
Selena: "I… sometimes like a private space after a hot day." [Her voice was low, teasing, deliberate.] "Somewhere… no one can watch."
Lucien: [Controlled, clipped] "And I'm supposed to provide that for you?"
Selena: [Playful smile, voice almost a whisper] "Maybe… if you're willing."
She let her fingers trace the rim of a glass on the side table slowly, deliberately, eyes never leaving his. Every movement, every glance, every soft shift of her body was a silent dare.
Lucien: [A taut exhale, voice low] "You know… you're testing me."
Selena: "I like testing you," she said, letting her gaze slide slowly over him, teasing, playful, dangerous. "I like seeing if you can resist… when you know I'm here."
Lucien's hands twitched slightly at his sides, every muscle coiled with restraint. He was aware of every line of her body, every glance, every quiet movement.
Lucien: [Voice low, measured] "And… what happens if I can't resist?"
Selena leaned just slightly toward him, letting the sun catch the glint in her eyes, voice a soft whisper full of mischief and intent.
Selena: "Then… you'll know how much I enjoy being in control."
She stepped back just enough to give him space, letting him feel the tension—heavy, suffocating, intoxicating.
Lucien: [Jaw tightening, voice quiet] "You're dangerous."
Selena: [Slow smile, teasing] "I know. And I like that you notice."
For a long moment, they simply stared, the room thick with unspoken desire. No words needed—her seduction was complete in glances, in voice, in the way she carried herself. He could feel her intent pressing at him, and he had to fight to keep control.
Selena finally leaned against the window ledge, arms crossed loosely, eyes glinting with satisfaction.
Selena: "I think… I could get used to this."
Lucien exhaled, running a hand over his face briefly, a low hum of frustration and desire slipping out
Lucien: "Careful. You're playing a dangerous game."
Selena: [Soft laugh, teasing, confident] "I know. And… I like games.
Lucien's jaw tightened, hands flexing slightly at his sides. Every inch she moved, every glance she threw him, made his restraint fray.
Selena: [Soft whisper, leaning slightly toward him] "Imagine… what it would be like if you didn't have to resist."
His pulse throbbed, mind racing. He could see it—her lips, her curves, the warmth of her body pressed against his—but she was careful, tantalizing, never letting him cross the line.
Selena: [Straightening slowly, a playful smile curling her lips] "But… I must leave now."
Lucien's eyes darkened, his body tense, mind spinning.
Lucien: [Breathing heavy, almost to himself] "Leave… and make me imagine."