Marina recovered quickly, her chin lifting slightly as she regained her composure. She took another sip of her wine, her voice regaining its usual confidence, though her cheeks were still flushed.
"Hmph… I don't need it anyway…" she said, her tone dismissive, but her eyes betrayed her, wandering back to me where I stood behind her. There was a hint of possessiveness in her gaze, a silent claim that sent a jolt of arousal through me.
Brittany's eyes followed Marina's gaze, landing on me.
For a moment, her expression was unreadable—surprise, perhaps, or admiration. But she held back, her usual poise returning as she smoothed her dress and stood up with effortless grace.
"Marina, come with me…" she said, her voice light but firm, her hand extending toward Marina. "I'll show you my new dress. I found it in Paris… it's divine…" There was a challenge in her tone, a silent dare to Marina to refuse.
