chris Just one look. That’s all it took.
She was waiting at the bar, running her fingers slowly around the rim of her glass. The room buzzed with low chatter and dim lighting, but she had already spotted him.
He was late. On purpose. He wanted to watch her first — the way she crossed her legs, how she glanced at the door, then away again. She was composed. Almost too calm. But her lipstick said otherwise.
“Thought you’d never show,” she teased as he slid into the seat beside her.
“I was enjoying the view.”
The conversation crackled — half-words, suggestive smiles, and subtle touches under the table. When she finally leaned in and whispered, “Let’s skip dessert…” — he didn’t argue.
The hotel key card was already in her purse.
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