Beings: Flyn

‘I noticed you looking at me,’ I say, my voice low, a purr that cuts through the din of the bar.

His eyes are on my lips. ‘Why wouldn’t I look at you? You’re a beautiful woman.’

I let the corners of my mouth twitch upward, a faint smile. The kind of smile that makes men think they’ve won something, but it’s always just out of reach. My cheeks flush slightly, a little trick that I’ve perfected—making them believe I’m affected, vulnerable. He doesn’t need to know how much power I have over him already.

Main Photo: Flyn