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A Husband’s Dare (Part one)
The bar was elegance distilled: velvet booths, the glimmer of crystal, a jazz trio threading smoke through the air. She sat at the counter in a midnight dress, one leg crossed neatly over the other, the diamond at her hand flashing every time she lifted her glass. Her husband beside her was at ease, tailored, self-assured, the picture of a man who knew both his wife’s beauty and the power it had over others.
The black gentleman entered like a storm wrapped in silk—dark suit, sharp shoulders, a confidence that seemed to part the crowd. He paused when he saw her, studied her like a work of art that demanded more than a passing glance. Then he moved closer, claiming the empty space at her other side.
“Forgive me,” he said, his voice rich, unhurried. “But I couldn’t let the night go by without telling you—every man here noticed you first.”
Her lips parted, a faint laugh caught between modesty and intrigue. She looked to her husband, expecting the flicker of disapproval, but instead found him smirking over the rim of his glass. “He’s not wrong,” he said, a spark in his eye. “Why don’t you see where this goes?”
Her pulse quickened. The stranger leaned in just enough that she caught the faintest trace of cedar on his cologne. “You wear beauty like it’s a secret,” he murmured, “and I want to be the one you tell.”
The words hit harder than they should have. She shifted, brushing her knee against her husband’s leg beneath the counter—a silent question. His hand found hers, steady, encouraging. “Enjoy yourself,” he whispered, his tone low, deliberate. “I want to watch.”
The stranger bought another round, his attention wrapped solely around her. Compliments slid easily from his tongue, but it was the pauses—the lingering gaze, the way his fingers brushed hers as he passed her a glass—that set her skin ablaze.
“You’re bold,” she said finally, cheeks warm.
“And you’re curious,” he countered smoothly.
Her husband’s laughter cut between them, low and approving. “He has you figured out already.”
The stranger’s hand grazed her arm, light as silk. “Tell me,” he asked, “do you let curiosity lead you?”
Her voice trembled on the reply: “Sometimes… if the company’s right.”
By then the bar had faded. It was just the three of them caught in a current no one dared break. Her husband tossed a bill onto the counter, then leaned close to her ear. “Why end a night like this here,” he said, “when we have a suite upstairs?”
The stranger’s eyes locked with hers, searching for permission. She felt her husband’s hand tighten at her waist, steady and sure. “Go on,” he coaxed. “Let’s give you a night you’ll never forget.”
And with that, the champagne glow of the bar gave way to the darker, hungrier promise of the hotel above—where the door would close, the city would fade, and her curiosity would finally be answered.