“You lost,” Eve said softly, sliding the napkin aside.
The amber glow of the penthouse bar reflected off two highball glasses. Eve Sweet swirled her drink, the ice clinking a soft, deliberate rhythm. Across from her, Agatha Vega leaned back in the leather chair, a portrait of smoldering confidence. The air between them wasn't just charged; it was a live wire. Vixen - Eve Sweet and Agatha Vega - Wagered Aff...
Agatha pulled back just enough to hold Eve’s gaze. Her own confident veneer had dissolved into something real—yearning, surrender, and victory all at once. “You lost,” Eve said softly, sliding the napkin aside