Chapter 262 Velvet Heat Ch1

• It starts with a look. Always does.
• One half-sipped whiskey, one cherry bitten slow off her teeth. The second woman — leather jacket, wide grin, thighs crossed under a cheap neon sign that makes her eyes shine wet and hungry.
• She shouldn’t stare — but she does. She doesn’t look away when the other woman slides her tongue across her bottom lip, slow as sin, eyes dragging the length of her from throat to knees and back up. She doesn’t look away when the bartender raises an eyebrow — just tips her glass, throat bared for one more sip she doesn’t taste.