Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]
Her reflection stared back at her, her lips red and parted, her breathing uneven, her pupils blown wide with hunger.
But she quickly shook it off and arranged herself before leaving.
The glass doors of JESSÉ gleamed under the morning light, reflecting the city skyline.
Blair paused outside, adjusting her jacket, preparing for the day she would destroy the place.
Inside, the office buzzed with energy.
Assistants clattered at their keyboards, tailors rushed across the floor carrying garments, and the faint sound of a sewing machine whispered from the studio.
At the center of it all, Jessica stood like a queen in her throne room, her fitted cream suit hugging her curves, a diamond pin sparkling