Damn.
My pants felt tight, blood rushing south just from her gaze and the way she carried herself. My mind raced. This woman was clearly dangerous, a top-tier Succubus. But look at her—clothes that hid almost nothing, that challenging smile, and the blatant level of desire displayed in my [Eye of Desire].
She started this. She was the one who seemed so turned on, maybe even a little desperate for attention. This was probably just a game to her. And if things turned dangerous, I always had [Time Stop] and [Mind Control] up my sleeve. It was a risk, but the temptation to play with fire was too intense to ignore.
Gathering my nerve, I stepped closer to her wooden counter. A mischievous grin played on my lips.
