Bella's voice dripped with seduction. "You came for me?" Her eyes locked onto Michael's, sparkling with invitation.
Michael's brow furrowed, his jaw tightening. He grasped Bella's wrist, gently but firmly pulling her hand away from his chest.
"Don't you have any shame?" Michael's tone was low and measured, but a hint of disapproval flickered in his eyes.
Bella's eyes flashed, her lips curling into a dismissive smile. "Come on, what's with the act?" She leaned in, her hand reaching for Michael's arm.
Just as her fingers were about to make contact, Samantha's arm swept across, her elbow "accidentally" knocking Bella's handbag to the floor.
The bag's contents spilled ato cross the marble, a scattered array of lipstick, keys, and crumpled papers.
Samantha's gaze met Bella's, a feigned a
