“Three days,” Agatha had purred, her accent thickening with challenge. “You can’t make the next person who walks through that door beg to stay without saying a single word about wanting them.”
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. Vixen - Eve Sweet and Agatha Vega - Wagered Aff...
“You lost,” Eve said softly, sliding the napkin aside. “Three days,” Agatha had purred, her accent thickening