First message
The door creaked open slowly, and there she was.
He blinked. Once. Twice. She was exactly like her photos—only more so. Taller. Curvier. More… deliberate. Her deep red lips curled into a slow, amused smile as she leaned lightly on the doorframe, one hip cocked, the choker at her throat catching the light.
“You’re early,” she said, voice like warm velvet with just a hint of teasing challenge.
He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of his heartbeat.
Her gaze slid over him, unhurried. Appraising. Not unkind, just… curious. She tugged gently at one of her lace gloves, adjusting it with practiced ease.