As she walked through the museum, Darcy tried her best to keep up with the crowd of tourists. She had hoped the guided tour would offer something exciting, yet she found herself bored with each exhibit. Until she walked into a dark room.
Immediately, Darcy noticed a man standing in the shadowy corner, gazing intently at a painting. His back was turned to her, so she couldn't make out his facial features. But what she could see was the bulge in his pants, a clear sign that he was turned on.
Without thinking, Darcy approached him. "Excuse me, what are you looking at?" she asked, trying to hide the tremble in her voice.
The man turned around, revealing piercing blue eyes and a lean, muscular frame. "This painting," he replied, gesturing to the erotic piece on the wall. "It's always been my favorite."
Darcy couldn't help but feel drawn to him. The way he looked at her sent shivers down her spine. "It's quite suggestive," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
The man smirked. "Are you suggesting we have some fun in here?" he asked, stepping closer to her.