(Some devils don't tempt… they wait until you beg them to.)
It started with a glance.
Then a touch.
Then a secret smile between them.
Two days into Mirabel's business trip, Naya stopped knocking before entering Janelle's room. She brought her coffee the exact way she liked it caramel sweet, no cream. She noticed when Janelle left her robe untied a little too long. Noticed when her fingers lingered around her lips. Noticed when she blushed... and didn't look away.
"Why do you look at me like that?" Janelle whispered one morning, sitting by the window in a sheer nightdress.
"Like what?" Naya asked, biting into a strawberry before holding it out to her.
"Like you're not afraid."
Naya smirked, tucking a lock of Janelle's hair behind her ear.
"I'm not. I should be. But I'm not. Because when she leaves… you breathe."
Janelle didn't take the strawberry.
But she let Naya feed it to her.
Later that evening, it got worse.
A storm hit. The thunder cracked through the sky like punishment waiting to fall.
And Janelle already shaken called out Naya's name in the dark.
"I can't sleep."
"Then don't," Naya murmured, standing at her doorway. "Just stay with me."
They didn't kiss.
They didn't touch.
But Naya crawled into bed beside her… wrapped an arm around her waist... pressed her lips to the back of Janelle's neck.
And whispered, "Tell me to stop if this feels like cheating."
Janelle didn't speak.
She just shivered.
And while she slept heart thudding in guilt and heat Mirabel was on a plane. First-class.
Phone in hand. Screenshot glowing on her screen.
A camera feed.
From Janelle's bedroom.
Naya.
In her bed.
And her sweet little kitten fast asleep in another woman's arms.
Mirabel didn't blink.
Didn't breathe.
Didn't scream.
She just whispered, "How sweet."
Then smiled.
And ordered a remote toy to be delivered.
Same day delivery.
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To be continued