When Silence Speaks
Copyright© 2025 by shama
Chapter 1
It was a quiet Thursday afternoon. The kind where the sun slanted just right through the blinds, casting lazy golden stripes across the living room floor. Ryan had skipped his last lecture — something he rarely did — but the thought of sitting through another two hours of economic theory couldn’t compete with the soft hum of home. Besides, he had a good excuse: the house was empty ... except for her.
Elena.
She moved through the space like music, barely making a sound. She had been working for his family for the past six months, a quiet presence, always respectful. But lately, something had shifted. Maybe it was the way her eyes lingered a little longer when they spoke. Or the playful curve of her lips when he made one of his dumb jokes.
Today, she wore a loose white blouse tucked into fitted jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, a few strands escaping to brush against her neck. She didn’t notice him watching from the kitchen doorway — or maybe she did.
“You’re home early,” she said, glancing over her shoulder as she wiped down the counter. Her voice was soft, teasing. Dangerous.