“And if I win?” Eve had asked, her own smile a secret weapon.
The stranger hesitated. Then, inexplicably, she chose the seat at the bar closest to Eve.
“You lost,” Eve said softly, sliding the napkin aside. Vixen - Eve Sweet and Agatha Vega - Wagered Aff...
Agatha’s smirk faltered.
The wager was forgotten. The stranger’s number lay untouched. Because the only prize that mattered was already leaning in, and the only bet either of them wanted to win… was each other. “And if I win
But Eve didn’t move. She simply turned her head, caught the stranger’s eye, and offered a small, vulnerable smile—the kind that hinted at a secret. Then she looked away, down at her drink, as if embarrassed to have been caught looking.
“Darling,” Agatha murmured, closing the distance until her lips ghosted over Eve’s ear. “You’re a brilliant actress. But you forgot one thing.” “You lost,” Eve said softly, sliding the napkin aside
Now, the door to the private lounge opened. A tall, striking woman—a stranger—paused, looking for a quiet corner. Agatha shot Eve a triumphant smirk. Too easy, that look said.