Wicked chance - Chapter 17

She gracefully rose from her seat at the bar, making her way towards him with a slow, seductive sway in her hips. Every step she took was measured, deliberate, a sensual dance that was both temptation and promise. The music from the saxophonist followed her like a lover's sweet caress, weaving an alluring spell around her. She could feel his eyes on her as she approached him, watching as she moved closer with a predator's intensity.

He sat there momentarily frozen in time, captivated by her presence. The aroma of her enticing perfume wafted through the air between them; a bouquet of exotic flowers and sweet vanilla. Her heart raced with adrenaline as she drew near, feeling the heady power of her incredible new form surging through her veins. The stranger's gaze trailed over every inch of Jasmine's body, lingering hungrily on her lush curves and bountiful breasts before finally resting on her face.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he rasped, his breath hot against her throat.

Jasmine felt her nipples tighten, the sensitive peaks pebbling beneath her emerald dress. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the energy between them crackling like a live wire.

"You have no idea," she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief as she slid into the empty seat across from him. "But you're about to find out."