Miss Gangsta

ones. "No, I'm too tired. I don't have the energy for th

on they were pulling up to an impressive, luxurious establishment. The valet took their car as they

thing they needed for a restful stay. Meanwhile, Athena, feeling the need to u

ered her favorite drink—a classic martini, dry, with a twist. The bartender, a charming man with a

t for you?" he asked, l

er eyes sparkling. "Not right now, but I

dy, a handsome man approached the bar and took the seat next to her. He wa

nk?" he asked, his voi

ng looks and charming demeanor made her change her mind.

the bartender. "Two more of

r drinks. He leaned in slightly, a playful smile on his lip

t taking a break from ruling the world. A

I heard there was a queen in need of some

ng. "Well, your charm is a welcome dis

ntrigued. "Of course, goddes

ice to meet you, Vincent," she said, pu

ce and grinned. "Keeping secrets already?

musical in the dimly lit bar. "

er left Athena’s, and she felt a thrilling shiver run down her spine. Their conversa

ng strangers in bars?” Vincent asked, his fingers lightly b

“Oh, I dabble in a bit of everything. Let’s just say today

d lingering on hers. “But I bet you’re ev

e game they were playing. “Flattery

d warm and inviting.

ate—his hand on her knee, her fingers tracing patterns on his

ing the spell. “My Lady, its late, you should be

tching the exchange with an amused expression. “I’ll go later, Cy

the night would end. She gave Vincent a knowing look

to Athena, his curiosity pique

g to a seductive whisper. “Because I’d muc

her waist. “You know,” he said, his voice husky, “I’ve

ing slightly. “Is that so?” she replied, her voic

hing. The anticipation was electric, every nerve ending alive with the promise of th

sliding up to rest on his chest. “You’re q

ncent whispered, his lips brushi

glint in her eyes. “Not so fast,” she teased, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She leane

s sliding to her waist, pulling her against him. “Oh, I’m more than will

nds roamed over her body, his touch both possessive and tender. He lean

r playful demeanor, but it was becomin

s voice a husky whisper. “You

tted, her voice breathy. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the

n their wake. His hands slid lower, caressing her hips, and Athena felt her defenses crum

d a silent nod, a mutual agreement that words were no longer necessary. Taking her h

al tension was palpable. As soon as the elevator began to ascend, Vincent pulled Athena into his arms, his lips capturing hers in a

hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Athena

amplifying the intensity of their embrace. Vincent's kisses moved to her neck, his breath hot against her s

hem firmly as he pressed his thigh between

s shoulders as the kiss became more urgent, more demanding. The confined space seemed