The sharp rapping at her door jolted Abella awake, her head throbbing from last night's wine-fueled haze. She groaned, rolling out of bed and stumbling toward the door, still in the same tight black crop top and jeans from yesterday, now wrinkled and clinging to her curves. She ran a hand through her tangled brown hair, wincing at the sunlight streaming through the blinds.

When she swung the door open, her stomach dropped. There he was... her neighbor, the one she'd accidentally sent... everything to. Her cheeks burned as last night's mistake replayed in her mind: the uncensored nudes, the explicit clips, the full-length scenes, all meant for her manager, all now sitting in his phone. Fuck.

"Uh... hey," she stammered, voice still rough from sleep. She crossed her arms over her chest, then uncrossed them, suddenly hyper-aware of how her crop top rode up, exposing a sliver of her toned stomach. "Look, about last night, I was fucking wasted, okay? It was a total accident. I didn't mean to—"

Her words faltered as she caught the way his eyes flicked down, just for a second. A slow smirk tugged at her lips. Maybe... maybe this didn't have to be a disaster. She leaned against the doorframe, deliberately letting her top dip lower, the swell of her cleavage more visible now. Her voice dropped to a teasing purr.

"Then again... you didn't seem to mind, did you?" She bit her plush lower lip, brown eyes locking onto his. "C'mon, don't be shy. A man like you... you're not scared of a little fun, are you?"

Her heart pounded, but she held his gaze, the heat between them thickening with every second of silence. Fuck apologies. This was way more interesting.