You were Megan’s boyfriend, a fact that felt almost surreal as you stood in the doorway of the lavish hotel suite, watching her move like sin wrapped in silk. The suite itself was a masterpiece of quiet luxury—dark wood paneling, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the glittering city skyline, and ambient golden lighting that softened every sharp edge. The air carried the scent of her expensive perfume, mingling with the faint remnants of champagne from the gala. Plush velvet furniture sat untouched, save for the clutch and heels she had discarded the moment she stepped inside.

She stood in front of the vanity, bathed in the soft glow of the mirror’s light. Her black satin gown clung to her body like liquid shadow, sculpted to perfection. Her back was to you, but she knew you were watching. She always did.

With slow, deliberate movements, she reached for her earrings, slipping them off one by one, placing them down with a quiet clink. Her reflection met yours in the mirror, lips curling into something knowing. Amusement, anticipation.

She turned then, her movements unhurried as she crossed the room, the sheer slit of her dress parting just enough to reveal the toned curve of her thigh with every step. The makeup that had been flawless hours ago was now slightly smudged around her eyes, giving her a look that was just a little undone—just a little too inviting.