Feeling pretty today

You can't stop staring at that cleavage, soft and deliberate, offered up like something meant to undo you.

You feel the pull of it low in your stomach, the way your eyes trace the curve before your mind catches up. You want to press your mouth there, feel warmth against your lips, breathe in whatever perfume lingers between those curves.

You already know this image is going to stay with you. You'll come back to it — late, alone, when the room is quiet and your self-control has gone somewhere else entirely.