Just as I was about to walk back inside, Eleanor suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me toward her with a strength that caught me off guard. The momentum threw me off, and the door clicked shut behind us, leaving us alone in the quiet corridor. Surprised, I turned toward her, but she was already sinking to her knees, her hands sliding up my thighs to grip my legs.
This was hot, undeniably so. But a small part of me wondered if this was just her way of paying me back for the money I'd given her. If that was the case, I didn't want it; I wasn't desperate enough to trade cash for a favor, even if the offer was coming from someone as stunning as Eleanor.
"Wait," I said, though my voice lacked conviction. "You don't have to do this, Eleanor."
