How do I look? Ready to conquer Miami?
The second it sent, my heart pounded against my ribs. His response came instantly.
Callum
Looking like trouble.
I opened it. Didn’t respond. Let him sit with it—because if he wanted to play games, I was done pretending I wasn’t better at them. I swiped lip gloss on over my pink lipstick.
Then I got another message.
Callum
Where are you headed dressed like that?
The directness of it made my core clench, but I was poised to tease him and leave him wondering. Before I could type out a response, thelittle Callum icon popped up at the bottom, indicating he was typing. I held my breath.
He was wondering.
He wanted to know.
But I wouldn't give it to him.
Callum
Pink, huh? I would’ve expected red with how cutthroat you are.
A single beat passed.
Callum
Aurélie. You think I don’t know what you’re doing?
I swallowed, heat curling at the base of my spine. He was seeing right through me, and I was letting him. I wanted it—wanted him. And I wanted him to notice me as more than just a driver. I wanted him to see me as a real woman off the grid, too.
And then… a notification.
I opened it, and my stomach plunged.Callum. Outside, the Miami skyline behind him like a spotlight. Dressed in black. Leather jacket open like he was daring me to misbehave.
And the look on his face? Dark. Amused. Dangerous.
You think I don't know what you're doing?
His words repeated in my mind. My thighs pressed together. Nipples hardened. Clit pulsed insistently, entire body responding like he was in my room.
I stared at the image, something between pure want and sheer frustration clawing at my chest.
Okay.
One more response. That's all he was getting.
I propped my phone up against the vanity, pushed the lock once I started recording, and stepped back, doing a full turn so he could see the way the dress clung to me. Put my hands on my hips when I faced forward again and glanced up at my reflection. Madekissylips, thentossed my hair over my shoulder before leaning forward to stop the recording, a cheeky grin on my face.
I watched the video back and barely recognized the woman in it—confident, deliberate, dangerous. She didn't ask permission. She made demands. I hadn't been like this with a guy in so long… maybe not ever? But he was bringing something out in me, something I didn't hate… something I found I loved.
Confidence.
Arousal.
