“You didn’t say a word about wanting her,” Agatha whispered, her thumb tracing Eve’s pulse point. “But you never said anything about wanting me. And yet, all night, every gesture, every glance… was designed to make me jealous. To make me lean in. To win a wager so I’d have to admit I’m yours.”
The stranger hesitated. Then, inexplicably, she chose the seat at the bar closest to Eve. Vixen - Eve Sweet and Agatha Vega - Wagered Aff...
Eve’s mask of playful mystery cracked, revealing a raw, genuine heat underneath. “Was I that obvious?” “You didn’t say a word about wanting her,”