Beneath the Sweet Facade, a Dog Scammer
Xena batted her lashes playfully, her voice dripping with mock sweetness:
“Why should I tell you? That’s between me and Hugo.”
The room instantly tensed. Hugo cleared his throat awkwardly, breaking the silence.
“Miss Quinn, the puppy’s doing just fine here. It’s getting late. You should head home.”
Suddenly, Xena’s silk nightgown slipped off her shoulder, exposing her bare skin. Hugo’s face flushed red as he quickly averted his eyes, clearly flustered.
She acted like I didn’t even exist, her gaze locked on Hugo with a predator’s smirk.