Lydia's Point Of View
"No man can resist a hot body."
The words rolled off my tongue slowly, deliberately… like I was savoring each syllable. And for a second? I actually smiled. Not the fake one I'd perfected over years of corporate warfare. Not the polished, professional, I'm-so-put-together smile I wore like armor.
No.
This one was sharp. Satisfied. A little unhinged, if I was being honest with myself. I tilted my head at my reflection, one brow lifting in challenge. "Am I wrong?"
My reflection stared back at me, flawless as always. Perfect makeup. Perfect hair. Perfect mask. "…No," I answered myself after a beat, lips curling with dark amusement. "I'm not."
A soft laugh slipped out of me, echoing faintly in the empty office. It sounded strange in the silence… almost foreign, like I'd forgotten what genuine laughter felt like.
