Agatha Vega - Wagered Aff...: Vixen - Eve Sweet And

Eve Sweet, Agatha Vega

“You didn’t say a word about wanting her,” Agatha whispered, her thumb tracing Eve’s pulse point. “But you never said anything about wanting me. And yet, all night, every gesture, every glance… was designed to make me jealous. To make me lean in. To win a wager so I’d have to admit I’m yours.”

“No,” Agatha breathed, leaning across the table. Her hand caught Eve’s wrist. “I won. Because you just proved my point.” Vixen - Eve Sweet and Agatha Vega - Wagered Aff...

“You lost,” Eve said softly, sliding the napkin aside.

Finally, the stranger rose. She walked directly to Eve, placed a napkin with a number on the table, and whispered, “If you’re ever tired of your friend’s company… call me.” Eve Sweet, Agatha Vega “You didn’t say a

“Darling,” Agatha murmured, closing the distance until her lips ghosted over Eve’s ear. “You’re a brilliant actress. But you forgot one thing.”

Agatha pulled back just enough to hold Eve’s gaze. Her own confident veneer had dissolved into something real—yearning, surrender, and victory all at once. To make me lean in

The stranger hesitated. Then, inexplicably, she chose the seat at the bar closest to Eve.

“Then I’m yours for a night. Truly yours.” Agatha’s eyes flickered with something deeper than competition. “But if I win, you’re mine.”

For the next hour, Eve performed a masterclass. She didn’t approach. She didn’t flirt. She laughed softly at a private joke Agatha told, letting the sound drift. She leaned over to point out a piece of art on the far wall, her shoulder brushing Agatha’s just so. All the while, her attention felt like a warm spotlight that kept swerving just past the stranger, leaving her leaning in, hungry for it.