Showering in His Flat and Sabrina's Secret Bottle

Clara

Instead of taking me home, Alistair steers his sleek car into the underground garage of his towering high-rise, leading me up to his luxurious office flat. The elevator ride is a blur of humming machinery and the lingering scent of his cologne, a sharp contrast to the sticky, wet reality of my own body. We step through his heavy front door, and the massive scale of the place hits me. Floor-