The sun was slipping beneath the horizon when Maddie finally emerged from her bedroom.

She stood at the top of the grand staircase in a dress that shimmered like liquid wine, barely clinging to her curves. The halter neckline plunged dangerously low, exposing the generous curve of her bust, while the slit up one thigh revealed a flash of honeyed skin with every step she took. No bra. No panties. Just bare, deliberate confidence.

Downstairs, the house had transformed.

Candlelight flickered across the walls. Soft jazz drifted from the open French doors leading to the patio. A long table was set with white linen, gold-rimmed crystal, rich food already steaming in ornate serving dishes. And at the center of it all—Vanessa, in a sleek black velvet gown, glass of champagne in hand.

“There she is,” Vanessa purred as Maddie descended, all eyes turning.

Graham stood beside the open bar, in a crisp white shirt rolled to the elbows, collar open. Lucien lounged with his jacket off, suspenders hugging his broad chest, eyes smoldering as he took in Maddie’s every sway.

But they weren’t alone.

Two new guests sat at the far end of the table.

A couple.

The woman was striking—tall, dark-skinned, with sculpted cheekbones and a floor-length crimson gown. Her curls framed her face like a halo. The man beside her, lean and golden-haired, was laughing softly, the kind of laugh that lingered. His sharp gray suit hung open, revealing a bare chest beneath.

“Maddie, meet Dr. Selene Cross and her partner Roman. Friends of Lucien’s,” Vanessa said. “And now… friends of ours.”

Selene stood to greet her, her hand lingering warmly on Maddie’s arm. “So you’re the one they’ve all been whispering about.”

Maddie just smiled, feeling the slow, rising heat of everyone’s gaze.

Dinner was slow and indulgent—spiced lamb, roasted figs, champagne poured like water. Maddie sat between Vanessa and Lucien, their hands brushing hers beneath the table, their eyes full of unsaid things.

She felt the weight of every glance.

The way Roman licked his lips when she bit into a fig. The way Selene’s gaze dipped to her chest each time Maddie leaned forward. The subtle shifts of bodies—closer, hungrier.

Lucien’s hand found her knee under the table, slid higher. Vanessa whispered into her ear, “You look like a goddess tonight. Maybe we’ll worship you properly after dessert.”

By the time cake was served, Maddie’s skin felt flushed and tight, her thighs slick with anticipation.

But as the party lingered into the late night, laughter rising and candles burning low, she slipped away—quietly, barefoot, her dress discarded in the hallway like a breadcrumb.

She needed air. She needed water. She needed—

To be alone.

The Hartleys’ backyard pool was wide and dark, glassy under the moonlight. Framed by palm trees and fire bowls, the water shimmered like black silk. Maddie padded out across the stone patio, her body bare and gleaming with sweat and candlelight.

She stepped to the edge, let her toes dangle over it.

Then she dove.

The water swallowed her in a cool embrace, washing away heat, voices, sensation. When she broke the surface, her hair floated behind her like a golden halo, her breasts rising with each breath. She floated on her back, arms out, staring up at the stars.

Free. Weightless.

But not alone.

She didn’t see him at first.

A shadow behind the foliage. Motionless. Watching.

The moonlight rippled on Maddie’s skin as she moved lazily through the pool, unaware of the figure crouched just beyond the ferns—a silhouette tall and still. The watcher’s breath caught with every slow movement of her body, every shimmer of bare flesh as she rolled to her side and rested her arms on the pool’s edge.

Her nipples peaked in the cool air. She sighed, closing her eyes, unaware.

A hand slowly adjusted a branch.

She dipped underwater again, legs kicking up behind her, smooth as a mermaid. When she emerged, water poured from her breasts, her hair slicked back from her flushed face. She pulled herself up onto the shallow ledge, sitting with her knees wide, head tipped back.

Still not knowing someone was there. Watching. Wanting.

The figure shifted closer now—almost silently.

A leaf cracked.

Maddie froze.

Her head turned.

“Hello…?”

Nothing.

Silence.

She stood, heart racing slightly, body bare in the moonlight. Her eyes scanned the bushes. Shadows danced.

“Vanessa?” she called, voice lower now. Sultry. Challenging.

Nothing but the distant hiss of the ocean.

She licked her lips, stepped back into the water, this time with an extra sway in her hips.

“Whoever you are…” she said softly, “you’re welcome to keep watching.”

And with that, she sank back into the pool, floating again, her body an offering to the night sky.

Back in the shadows, a figure pulled away from the hedge. A low, breathy curse escaped under their breath.

They weren’t supposed to be watching.

But they couldn’t stop.

And they wouldn’t.


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