"Mr. Calvin,"
Annie slid effortlessly into Aria's original seat, her voluptuous figure pressing suggestively against Calvin as she reached to serve him wine.
"Let me feed you," she purred, tilting the glass toward his lips with practice ease—as if she'd done this a hundred times before.
Her exotic features glowed under the dim lighting, bewitching as a siren.
Aria's grip tightened around her own glass, her eyes burning with jealousy.
Even knowing this man would never be hers, she couldn't bear to watch him flirt with another woman right in front of her.
"Why bother watching them?"
Lucas arched a brow, his sunken eyes narrowing into slits.
"Let's keep drinking," he murmured, pulling her slender waist closer as he inhaled her perfume with a knowing smirk.
"The merrier the drinks, the smoother our... collaboration."
Calvin lifted his gaze, coolly meeting Aria's for a fleeting moment.
