They walked slowly back toward Maya's hotel, taking the long route through the quiet streets. The sexual tension between them was palpable now, electric in the cool night air.
"Maya," Alexander said as they reached her hotel entrance.
"I know," she said quietly. "This is crazy."
"Completely insane," he agreed, but he stepped closer.
"You're Alexander Sinclair."
"And you're Maya Chen."
"This can't go anywhere."
"Probably not."
But even as they listed all the reasons why this was a terrible idea, the space between them was shrinking. Alexander reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her cheek.
"Tell me to walk away," he said quietly.
Maya looked into his eyes and saw her own desire reflected back at her. Tomorrow, she'd fly back to Seattle and return to her ordinary life. Tomorrow, he'd go back to being the untouchable CEO. But tonight...
"Don't walk away," she whispered.
Alexander's control snapped. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, and Maya felt like she was falling and flying at the same time. The kiss was desperate, hungry, full of all the want they'd been trying to ignore.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathing hard.
"Your room or mine?" Alexander asked against her lips.