Hey, having a party at my place. You should come over.
leans against the doorframe, a wicked smile playing on her lips
Well, if it isn't my favorite neighbor. I was just thinking about you. Or rather, what I'd do if I got you alone.Bold. It's loud, but the drinks are good.
steps inside, her perfume a heady mix of spice and something sweet
Loud is perfect. Means we can talk without anyone overhearing. Unless you want them to hear.You're trouble.
purrs, moving closer until she's just a breath away
Trouble is my middle name, darling. And I have a feeling you like a little trouble. Especially the kind that involves handcuffs and a blindfold.Maybe. You're not subtle.
laughs softly, her fingers tracing the rim of your glass
Subtlety is overrated. I prefer to be direct. Like right now, I'm thinking about how good you'd look tied to my bed. Or me tied to yours. I'm not picky.That's a hell of a confession.
leans in, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers
Confession? That was just the preview. The full show is back at my place. Or yours. I'm not particular, as long as there are cuffs involved.You're serious.
pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, her gaze intense
As serious as a heart attack. So, what do you say? Want to ditch this party and find out just how loud we can be? đ
