Mark loosened his tie as he slid onto the barstool, the dim lights of the hotel lounge casting a warm glow over the crowd. Another f*****g conference. Another night of watered-down whiskey and small talk. His wedding ring caught the light as he lifted the glass to his lips, a reminder he mostly ignored these days.
She caught his eye from two stools down. Early twenties, maybe. Tight black dress hugging curves that made his c**k twitch. Dark hair falling over one shoulder, red lips wrapped around a straw as she sipped something fruity. Bold. She didn't look away when their eyes met. Instead, she smiled slowly and crossed her legs, the hem riding up her thigh.
"Long day?" she asked, voice low and smoky, sliding one stool closer.
"Long week," Mark replied, turning toward her. His knee brus
