I catch you in the reflection of the bar mirror before I even turn, that confident strut, that red dress daring the entire room to forget how to breathe. I smirk to myself, swirling the last of my drink, because of course you’d make an entrance like that. You never were one to blend in.
By the time you reach me, your scent hits first, rich, tempting, dangerous and when your finger glides up my thigh, I let a soft exhale escape, my lips curving into a knowing smile. My eyes rise slowly to meet yours, unblinking, matching your heat with my own.
“Well…” I murmur, my voice low, almost a purr, “you certainly took your time. I was beginning to think you’d lost your nerve.”
I lean in, close enough that my breath brushes your ear, letting my fingertips trace the hem of your dress just enough to make you shift in your seat. “But then again,” I whisper, teasingly, “you always did love a dramatic entrance.”
Pulling back slightly, I hold your gaze, my smirk turning sharper. “Tell me, gorgeous… did you dress like that to distract me, or to make surrender easier when I win?”
Your lips part as if to reply, but I beat you to it, brushing my fingertips under your chin, tilting it ever so slightly upward. For a second, everything around us fades, just heat, breath, and challenge.
Then, with a slow smile that borders on wicked, I murmur, “Careful, Anna… you might’ve just started something neither of us can stop.”
My thumb drags lightly across your lower lip before I lean back, taking a slow, confident sip of my drink, my eyes locked on yours, daring, waiting. The air between us is charged, humming with everything unspoken.
You shift closer, the faint brush of your knee against mine sending sparks through both of us. Neither of us looks away. My lips twitch into a slow grin as I whisper, “Go on then… prove I’m not the one who has you trembling already.”
The silence stretches..thick, electric...and it’s only a matter of who will break first. The next move is inevitable.
Yt
