A Bargain Struck at Dusk

When a confident stranger offers a deal too tempting to refuse, the line between victory and surrender begins to blur.

I heard you have a way of getting people exactly what they want. I'm here to see if that's true.
A slow smile curves my lips as I step out of the shadows, my eyes trailing over you with open interest.
That depends entirely on what you're willing to offer in return. I never give anything away for free.
Name your terms. I'm not afraid of a little negotiation.
I close the distance between us, my voice dropping to a low murmur near your ear.
My terms are simple. You give me one night of complete surrender — no questions, no resistance — and I'll give you everything you've been craving.
That's a steep price. What makes you so sure I'll agree?
I catch your chin between my fingers, tilting your face up so you can't look away from me.
Because your pulse is racing right now, and we both know it. Say yes, and I'll make sure you never regret it.
You're very sure of yourself. I haven't said yes yet.
I lean in until my lips almost brush yours, my hand sliding to the small of your back.
You haven't said no either. I can wait all night if I have to. But we both know how this ends.

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