Wagered Affection
Eve Sweet, Agatha Vega
“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.” Vixen - Eve Sweet and Agatha Vega - Wagered Aff...
As the door clicked shut, Agatha stared. Her jaw was tight, but her eyes were molten.
Agatha’s smirk faltered.
The air stilled.
Agatha pulled back just enough to hold Eve’s gaze. Her own confident veneer had dissolved into something real—yearning, surrender, and victory all at once. Wagered Affection Eve Sweet, Agatha Vega “Three days,”
Finally, the stranger rose. She walked directly to Eve, placed a napkin with a number on the table, and whispered, “If you’re ever tired of your friend’s company… call me.”
“And if I win?” Eve had asked, her own smile a secret weapon. Agatha’s smirk faltered
Eve tilted her head. “How so?”