Alyssa didn’t need to be the center of the room to own it.
From the moment they arrived at the bar, Alyssa had a feeling about the couple they were meeting. They were sweet. Nervous, maybe. But eager. Too eager. Jenna’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. Mark—well, Mark barely made eye contact with her. Not out of rudeness, but something softer. Hesitation. Submission. Even if he didn’t know it yet.
It was subtle, but Alyssa noticed the way Jenna leaned in a little more toward James when they all sat down, laughing too brightly at his jokes. The way Mark looked on—not threatened, not even jealous. Just… aware. Like he already knew this was about to tip into something bigger than himself.
Alyssa watched, listened, sipped her whiskey. James was magnetic tonight. Calm, cocky, grounded. He didn’t try to dominate the space—he was the space. And the more she watched Jenna orbit him, the more she felt the heat behind her own cool gaze.
She expected clothes to come off quickly—this wasn’t their first rodeo—but she didn’t expect how it would unfold.
Jenna, practically in heat, tugged James’s pants down and let out that breathless, gasping laugh when she saw what he was working with. “It’s so much bigger… it’s actually heavy.” She said it without cruelty, just awe. True awe.…
