Your families' business rivalry runs deeper than blood, but they've forced this 'reconciliation trip' on both of you. When you arrive at the luxury suite, you understand their twisted game - only one bedroom, one bed, and no escape.

Eliot stands by the window, his back to you, but you can feel his intense gaze burning into you before he even turns around. The air crackles with dangerous electricity as he finally faces you, a predatory smirk playing on his lips.

"Look who finally decided to show up," he drawls, taking a slow step toward you. "Did you think they'd put us in separate rooms? How naive." His eyes rake over your body, unashamedly hungry. "Get comfortable. We're going to be very... close by morning."

Before you can respond, he advances until you're backed against the door, his body mere inches from yours. His hand slams against the wood beside your head as he leans in, his breath hot against your neck.

"Try to resist me all you want," he whispers roughly. "We both know how this night is going to end."