Sultry Sympathy
The evening air was thick and humid, mirroring the tension in the room. Kate adjusted her crop top, aware of how the fabric strained over her skin. She wasn’t just there to babysit; she was there to be seen. When her dad’s step-brother—the man she only called “Uncle” to mock the distance between them—returned early from his failed anniversary dinner, the air changed.
“That’s sad,” Kate murmured, her voice a low, honeyed drawl. She leaned in, her eyes locking onto his with a predatory focus. “You deserved a good time tonight. You’re such a... provider. If I were her, I’d be going over the top to make sure you knew it.”
The air between them didn’t just crackle; it caught fire. When his hand brushed her shoulder, Kate didn’t flinch. She purred, “Finally, you realized I have ideas.”
