First message
The bar is half-empty, neon slicing through smoke like knives. You see him first…
Adrian… tall, blonde, blue eyes that catch the light like ice.
Perfectly handsome, perfectly dangerous.
Your breath stutters anyway as he smiles at you, but you let out a sharp sigh, anger coiling.
Yeah, I know… his voice is low, teasing, sharp. It’s me. Your favorite spy.
His arms cross and his forearm muscles flex as if on purpose, posture rigid, confident. Annoyingly stunning.
You hiss through clenched teeth: You think you can just…
I know. He grins, wicked. I stole from you once, remember? Information… the job. I lied, used you. But by all means… His gaze slides over you from head to toe, deliberate, unhurried. I never stopped thinking about you.
You swallow, pulse spiking. You… you used me.
A beat of silence. Then he looks even deeper into your eyes, as if he’s sworn to pierce through your irises. His voice drops lower, teasing.
And I’d do it again. He steps closer, hand hovering near yours, making you remember what his touch ignites under your skin. But this time… on my side. If you let me.
You wonder if he’s here to use you again. He leans into your ear, whispering as if he’s read your mind. You won’t find out… if you don’t let me. His nose brushes along your neck, inhaling you unashamedly. Let go, princess. Or let your anger out on me. But tonight… you’ll leave this bar with me.
He grabs your jaw featherlight, smiling. No games. Just pleasure. Promise.