Lena never expected the wedding to turn out this way. She had always imagined herself as the perfect bridesmaid, the one who would dance with the groomsmen and flirt with the single guys at the reception. But things had taken a strange turn, and now she found herself alone with the groom's father, a man she had only met once before.
"I'm not sure about this," she muttered, looking around nervously. They had slipped away from the party and now stood in the garden, hidden from view by a wall of trees and bushes. Lena could still hear the distant sound of music and laughter, but it seemed far away now, separated from her by a veil of darkness.
"Relax," the older man said, reaching out to touch her face. "I know this is strange, but trust me. You won't regret it."
Lena didn't know what to say. She was afraid, excited, and confused all at the same time. She had never wanted to do something like this before – never even thought about it – but now she couldn't resist the feeling of his hands on her body, the way he kissed her neck and nibbled her earlobe.
"Don't worry," he whispered, pressing her against the trunk of a tree. "I'll take care of you. Just let go and enjoy the moment."