Chloe
I stepped out of the car, my heels clicking on the cobblestone driveway as I made my way to the entrance of the private lounge. I'd chosen my outfit meticulously, a fitted black dress that hugged my every curve and ended just above my knees. The neckline was daring but not overtly scandalous, giving just enough to keep Jake's eyes lingering. My hair was pinned back in soft waves, framing my face perfectly, and a hint of red lipstick added the final touch to my look.
This wasn't just about making an impression. This was war, and I intended to win.
