Luna Noire part 1: Maya
Mike stepped into the apartment just as the last glow of dusk faded behind him. The front door clicked shut, and he flicked on the overhead light. In the living room, Melissa sat on the edge of the sofa with a glass of deep red wine cradled in her hand, legs curled beneath her. Beside her, Maya lounged gracefully in a low armchair, one leg draped casually over the other. Maya’s dark dress hinted at curves she usually kept hidden beneath more conservative outfits. As Mike crossed the threshold, both women turned to look at him, their eyes bright with anticipation.