I take my time answering the door.
Outside, Savannah and Amber are already at each other’s throats - shrieking insults, tearing at blonde locks, bodies slamming into the walls of my apartment corridor. They’re too furious to realise how perfectly they’re playing into my hands. A wicked little game, stitched together with lies and half-truths, every thread woven so delicately they never once questioned me.
A sharp thud rattles my door. I take a slow sip of champagne, savouring the sounds of their rage, their desperation to destroy one another. My pulse thrums with excitement. Let them tear each other apart a little longer…
Finally, I open the door, just as Savannah has Amber pinned against the frame. The second they see me, they freeze, panting, disheveled, flushed from exertion.
I lean against the doorframe, letting the soft glow from inside cast a teasing shimmer over my black leather minidress. My sheer pantyhose glisten, hugging the curve of my thighs, my suede over-the-knee high heeled boots clicking lightly as I shift my weight. Their eyes flicker downward - oh, they notice.
“Ladies,” I purr, amusement laced in my voice.
They don’t move. Caught between rage and something else.
Savannah recovers first, flipping her golden hair over her shoulder with an angry sneer. “You wouldn’t believe what she -“
Amber shoves her. “You’re the lying bitch, not me.”
I raise a single manicured finger, tracing it lazily down Savannah’s cheek. “Shhh, darling.” Her breath hitches. I smile, then turn, trailing the same teasing touch along the line of Amber’s jaw.
“Come in,” I murmur. “We wouldn’t want the neighbours complaining.”
They follow. Of course they do.
Inside, the air is thick with tension. They circle each other, sharp words exchanged like daggers, their argument shifting from work drama to every imagined slight between them. I lounge on my pristine white leather sofa, champagne glass in hand, crossing one leg over the other as I watch them unravel.
And then, just when the anger peaks-when they’re at the edge of throwing punches-I decide to shift the game.
With a languid stretch, I rise to my feet, stepping between them once more. They both fall silent as I glide closer, slow, deliberate.
Savannah is the first to react, stiffening slightly as I reach out to tuck a loose golden strand behind her ear. My fingers linger, brushing down the length of her hair. “You’re so beautiful when you’re angry,” I whisper, my lips curving. “That fire in your eyes…” I inhale deeply, ensuring she catches the intoxicating scent of my perfume. “Mmm. It suits you.”
Savannah shivers. I smirk, knowing she hates how easily I can make her react.
Then I turn to Amber, stepping close enough that our bodies nearly touch. Her breath catches as I slide my fingers through her silky blonde waves, twirling a lock around my finger before letting it slip free. “And you, Amber…” My voice dips into something sultry, teasing. “Always so feisty. So quick to fight.” My right thigh shifts forward-pressing, just barely, against hers. I watch her swallow hard, feel the tension coil in her frame. “I do love that about you.”
Amber parts her lips as if to speak, but I silence her by leaning in, close enough that my perfume envelopes her senses. Close enough that for just a moment, she forgets Savannah even exists.
And then, ever so casually, I shift, brushing my thigh deliberately against Savannah now. My touch, my scent, my presence flitting between them like a forbidden promise. They’re both caught in it-both breathless, both wanting.
I step back, watching them reel from my touch. And then, with the softest, most dangerous little smile, I drop the real bait.
“You know,” I say, swirling the champagne in my glass, “maybe this shouldn’t be about your little office squabbles anymore.” I tilt my head, eyes glinting with mischief. “Maybe…you should fight over me.”
The shift is immediate.
Savannah’s brows furrow, lips parting slightly as if processing what I just said. Amber stiffens beside her, eyes flickering toward me, then back to Savannah.
“The winner,” I add playfully, tapping the space beside me on the sofa, “just might get to join me here.” My voice drips with suggestion.
Their gazes drop to my legs, to the way my minidress has ridden up just enough to reveal the curve of my thigh. Oh, the jealousy in their eyes. The hunger.
Amber turns sharply to Savannah. “You wish she wanted you.”
Savannah scoffs, flipping her hair back. “Please. She was all over me.”
I take another slow sip of champagne, hiding my smirk. They don’t even realise I’m toying with them. That I don’t care who wins, who loses, who gets hurt. I feign an expression of regret, of deep emotional turmoil. Oh, what have I done? I never meant to cause this…
Of course, that’s a lie.
I love this.
The tension crackles between them, their bodies coiled, ready to strike.
I swirl the champagne in my glass, my lips curving into a smirk.
Savannah and Amber, two beautiful, furious blondes, stand poised to attack each other.
And I?
I cross my legs one last time, flashing my thigh like a devil’s promise, and purr with anticipation.
This is going to be amazing and vicious fight.
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