Evelyn’s smirk was pure, wicked confidence, the kind that made hearts race and panties dampen. “You know I am.”

Mia pulled her in for a quick but searing kiss, tongues brushing just enough to leave a promise of more. “Good luck, baby. And don’t forget the deal.” She slipped her phone into Evelyn’s hand, fingers lingering with a gentle squeeze.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Evelyn whispered, nipping Mia’s lower lip before pulling away.

She sauntered over to the bar, hips swaying with hypnotic, effortless allure, her sundress clinging to every curve. Damien noticed her immediately. His eyes darkened with appreciation as a crooked, hungry smile spread across his face. “Well,...