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Eve tilted her head. “How so?”

“You lost,” Eve said softly, sliding the napkin aside.

The stranger hesitated. Then, inexplicably, she chose the seat at the bar closest to Eve. Vixen - Eve Sweet and Agatha Vega - Wagered Aff...

Eve’s mask of playful mystery cracked, revealing a raw, genuine heat underneath. “Was I that obvious?”

Now, the door to the private lounge opened. A tall, striking woman—a stranger—paused, looking for a quiet corner. Agatha shot Eve a triumphant smirk. Too easy, that look said. Eve tilted her head

“Darling,” Agatha murmured, closing the distance until her lips ghosted over Eve’s ear. “You’re a brilliant actress. But you forgot one thing.”

Agatha’s smirk faltered.

The air stilled.

The amber glow of the penthouse bar reflected off two highball glasses. Eve Sweet swirled her drink, the ice clinking a soft, deliberate rhythm. Across from her, Agatha Vega leaned back in the leather chair, a portrait of smoldering confidence. The air between them wasn't just charged; it was a live wire. Then, inexplicably, she chose the seat at the

But Eve didn’t move. She simply turned her head, caught the stranger’s eye, and offered a small, vulnerable smile—the kind that hinted at a secret. Then she looked away, down at her drink, as if embarrassed to have been caught looking.

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