Nikki sent the text while applying a thick layer of pink lipstick, her lips glistening like they were made to be kissed.
"Hey Daddy, I'm heading out with a boy."
Seen.
Her heart skipped, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she typed the next message.
"I'm going to kiss him."
Seen.
She smirked at the screen, her fingers hovering over the keyboard before delivering the final blow.
"I'm going to fuck him."
Her phone vibrated violently in her hand, the sudden ring startling her.
She barely had time to register his name flashing on the screen before answering, her voice sweetly poised.
"HOW DID YOU GET MY NUMBER, NIKKI?"
The sound of his voice washed over her like a wave of molten heat, rough and commanding, laced with a control that could undo her.
She wanted to sit on his face and ride her pussy over that pretty pink mouth while his voice vibrated through her.
That voice could ruin her, and she wanted to drown in it. Her lips curled into a slow, sinful smile.
"What, am I not allowed to have my future boss's number?" she purred, dragging out each word as if they were meant to tease him.
"Yes, since I'm not hiring you," he snapped, but the tightness in his tone betrayed him.
She leaned forward, letting the neckline of her top dip just enough to send a message of its own.
Tilting her phone, she snapped a quick photo, the camera capturing her breasts in perfect, sinful detail.
She hit send, her fingers grazing her lips as she whispered into the phone.
"Are you sure?"
The silence that followed was thick with tension, like the calm before a storm. Her message showed seen, but he didn't respond. The line went dead.
Her smirk deepened as she stared at the blank screen, biting her lip. That was answer enough.
The nerdy guy she was meeting tonight didn't stand a chance. He was nothing but a distraction, a plaything to toy with while she waited for her real prey to crumble.
She thought of his voice, how it wrapped around her like a velvet rope, pulling her closer even when he pushed her away.
Men weren't supposed to be like this. They were supposed to beg, to worship, to fall to their knees just to please her.
Not...this. Not him.
She caught her reflection in the mirror, the curve of her body highlighted by the soft light of her pink paradise.
She grabbed her phone and snapped another picture, her ass framed perfectly as she adjusted her pose.
She posted it without a second thought, the caption short and simple: Stunning.
Her fans flooded in within seconds, their comments as predictable as ever:
"Goddess."
"The only air I breathe."
"My desire!"
"So beautiful, Christ!"
This was the world she knew, the power she wielded effortlessly. But somehow, it wasn't enough tonight.
Her thoughts wandered back to him, the one man who refused to fall in line.
He didn't chase. Didn't grovel. Didn't even flinch when she pushed him.
And yet, he had done something no one else ever had.
He had her thinking about him. Wondering. Craving.
Her heels clicked against the floor as she sauntered out of the room, her body humming with a dangerous energy.
Tonight, she would play her games, as she always did.
But her mind would stay on him, the man who didn't beg. The man who didn't break.
The man who might be the one to finally break her.