Chapter 267 Velvet Heat Ch6

• The bar hums under the neon, all sticky whiskey and soft hums of a jukebox nobody’s really listening to. The real show’s at the high corner table — two women pressed too close, too obvious, thighs brushing under the dim light. One drags her nails down the other’s inner thigh every time the new girl at the end of the bar dares to look.
• She’s young — or she looks it. Soft dress, lips stained cherry-slick, hair tucked behind her ear like she wants to see every filthy flick of tongue and teeth between them. She’s been watching since the first laugh — the one that slipped out sharp when a wandering hand disappeared under a hem that had no business staying dry this long.
• “See her?” the lover whispers — voice warm against her ear, low enough she feels it on her throat more than her chest. Her fingers tap the rim of her glass — casual — while her other hand drags slow circles just above her knee, pushing higher each round until she shivers.