Kira
Her name was Emily.
She had a way of commanding the space around her, not by being loud or flashy, but with this easy confidence, like she didn’t need to prove anything to anyone.
The kind of woman who made you feel like she already knew all your secrets and was just waiting for you to say them out loud. Every word she spoke felt dipped in sin and lit on fire, as if the air itself had to pay attention. And right now, all that heat was aimed directly at me.
“So,” she said, shifting in her seat, one leg crossing over the other with casual grace as her gaze settled on me, warm but piercing, “what are you looking for tonight? Kink? Something casual? Exhibitionism?”
I blinked. My brain momentarily shut down.
“Wow,” I finally said, my voice higher than I meant it to be. “You don’
