Vixen - Eve: Sweet And Agatha Vega - Wagered Aff...

The stranger hesitated. Then, inexplicably, she chose the seat at the bar closest to Eve.

“You didn’t say a word about wanting her,” Agatha whispered, her thumb tracing Eve’s pulse point. “But you never said anything about wanting me. And yet, all night, every gesture, every glance… was designed to make me jealous. To make me lean in. To win a wager so I’d have to admit I’m yours.”

For the next hour, Eve performed a masterclass. She didn’t approach. She didn’t flirt. She laughed softly at a private joke Agatha told, letting the sound drift. She leaned over to point out a piece of art on the far wall, her shoulder brushing Agatha’s just so. All the while, her attention felt like a warm spotlight that kept swerving just past the stranger, leaving her leaning in, hungry for it. Vixen - Eve Sweet and Agatha Vega - Wagered Aff...

The wager was forgotten. The stranger’s number lay untouched. Because the only prize that mattered was already leaning in, and the only bet either of them wanted to win… was each other.

As the door clicked shut, Agatha stared. Her jaw was tight, but her eyes were molten. The stranger hesitated

“Then I’m yours for a night. Truly yours.” Agatha’s eyes flickered with something deeper than competition. “But if I win, you’re mine.”

“Darling,” Agatha murmured, closing the distance until her lips ghosted over Eve’s ear. “You’re a brilliant actress. But you forgot one thing.” “But you never said anything about wanting me

Finally, the stranger rose. She walked directly to Eve, placed a napkin with a number on the table, and whispered, “If you’re ever tired of your friend’s company… call me.”