Hidden desires in a new building

The dust swirled gently through the air as Laura strode through the empty rooms of the newly renovated house. The walls shone in soft white, and the entire room structure was renewed with a touch of fresh paint. The smell of fresh materials was in the air, a promise of new opportunities and unlived dreams. Laura was not thinking of the work that lay ahead of her, but of the secret wishes that lay dormant within her. Just as she opened the big window to flood the room with light, she heard footsteps behind her. It was Mike, the construction manager, whose curly hair fell in his face. His gaze penetrated her like a blazing fire, and she felt shivers run down her spine. The scars on his hands spoke of hard work, but what really made him remarkable for Laura was the mysterious aura that surrounded him. Laura felt a tingling in her stomach as he approached. “Do you need help? ” he asked as their eyes met. At that moment, she had the impression that time stood still. The silence of the house surrounded her, and as her fingers touched each other almost gently, the connection was palpable. The air seemed to be getting thicker, and they were both aware of the power of their attraction. As Mike leaned across the table to review the plans, Laura looked at his muscular arms and the way his shirt sat tight. She suddenly felt an unstoppable attraction to this man that she couldn't deny. She moved closer, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. “Maybe we should take a short break,” she suggested as her voice trembled. Mike looked up, his eyes sparkled with curiosity. “And what do you have in mind? ” he asked with a challenging smile. With an almost playful sparkle in her eyes, Laura leaned over him. Her lips seemed within reach, and she felt the tension between them in the vacuum that was supposed to become a cozy home. “Let's do the renovation in a completely different way,” she whispered as the lines between work and desire floated through the air. Her hands finally reluctantly found their way to his chest, and as the world unraveled around them, only the moment between them mattered — unclear and promising. He skilfully hugged them, and the connection between them grew stronger. But the next second, as her lips touched, the sound of a tool rummaging in the distance stopped, and the moment threatened to dissolve into nothing—thus ending the first act of their secret renovation.