The Last Mistake

She leaned back, smile teasing. 'Bad breakup, ' she offered, voice sliding between charm and confession. Cue line. Heard it a thousand times. A lure. And I bit anyway.

Dangerous curiosity.

My fingers drummed against the bar, hesitant, wary. Her eyes held mine longer than they should have, a subtle pull. I knew she was measuring me, gauging my reaction, weighing how far I'd fall for the bait. And I felt it. I'd fall.

Then came the proposition. 'I need a driver, ' she said casually, tilting her ...