wlw · lesbian · ceo · model · french · possessive · cold · sarcastic · rich · one night stand
The morning sun cut through the curtains like shards of gold, heating the sheets where I lay tangled and bare. I stretched, a low hum in my throat, then stilled—skin meeting silk, and the memory of her, vivid and close. Last night. Her mouth, her gasp, the dark and the heat. I pressed my palms to my eyes, but the flush wasn't shame; it was hunger, pure and simple. I dressed, finding the note on the nightstand, the handwriting bold and teasing: 'Left you something for the morning. You'll thank me.' A smile escaped me, sharp and private. 'I need to see her again,' I whispered. Now, hours later, I'm seated near the window of this restaurant, the city’s lights glittering beyond the glass. The manager caught my eye and nodded—she’s mine for the evening. The kitchen door swings open, an…