Zoe arrived at the library the next night wearing the shortest skirt she owned and absolutely nothing underneath. Her heart was pounding so hard she felt dizzy. The stranger’s last words — “rooftop access door” — had played in her mind all day.
She climbed the stairs to the top floor, then slipped through the restricted “Staff Only” door that led to the rooftop access stairwell. The area was dimly lit and completely deserted. The heavy metal door to the actual rooftop was slightly ajar.
She pushed it open.
The rooftop was dark, lit only by the city lights of Eden Bay below. The wind was cool against her bare p***y. The risk here was extreme — anyone could come up at any moment, and the open space meant there was nowhere to hide.
The stranger was already waiting, leaning against the low
