Extract Chapter 1: Into the Forest

As Lauren steps into the elevator on her way up to meet her lover, what was going through her mind? As memory, perception and imagination become fused under the heat, the answer may surprise you.

Into the Forest

Lauren arrived at the grand Georgian building looking impossibly pretty. She heaved the giant door open and entered the lobby, breathed in the familiar smell of wood polish and carpet shampoo, and, as usual, headed toward the lift. 

As she pressed the brass button, she had a mix of relief, butterflies, and a tingling sense of anticipation.

The brisk walk in her high heels from Lime Street on a warm summer day; past the crowded cafes, the overspill from the pubs, and the throngs of day-trippers, had left her a bit flustered and a little flushed. She knew Anton would enjoy the moisture on her skin. He had unconventional tastes. But she wished she had left a bit more time, though. Having worked with him, she knew he tended to get a bit anxious at big moments, and she pictured him over-preparing and overthinking everything. A smile came to her lips, thinking about how she would calm him down and draw him back to her.

On her walk, Lauren enjoyed the stares and fertile glances from both men and women. It was always good to have her self-confidence boosted by glances from strangers. Honestly, being desired turned her on, and she never got tired of it.

The lift pinged musically, and the doors cranked open. Lauren stepped in, venturing into the labyrinth. The mirrored walls shimmered under soft, golden lights, casting a gentle glow across polished surfaces. The space was immaculate—luxuriously silent, with brass accents gleaming against deep, lacquered wood, giving the lift a timeless, opulent air. It felt less like stepping into a machine and more like slipping into a secret, gilded chamber.