The mirror didn’t lie. It captured every detail—the shimmer of golden chains resting on her hips, the curves accentuated by the soft glow of candlelight. She stood in front of her reflection, a goddess wrapped in ivory silk, her lips parted slightly as if caught in the middle of an unspoken confession.
She hadn’t expected to feel this way—powerful, intoxicating, untamed. The night was still young, the city outside humming with distant laughter and music, but here, in this private oasis, time slowed. The heat of the day lingered on her skin, mixing with the cool caress of the air-conditioned breeze.
Her phone buzzed. A message
.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
A smirk curled at the edge of her lips. She traced the screen with her fingertip, hesitating. The anticipation was delicious, the thrill of control even more so. The night promised temptation, an unspoken challenge between past restraint and present indulgence.
She lifted the phone, angled it just right. The click of the camera echoed through the quiet room. A single image—effortless, sensual, a whispered invitation.
“Come find me,” she typed back.
She knew exactly what she was doing. And she knew, without a doubt, that before the night was over, he would be at her door, breathless, hungry, completely at her mercy.
