The dim, amber glow of the bar lights washed over Jessie Maye’s silhouette as she leaned casually against the polished counter, her fingers tracing the rim of an untouched martini glass. The soft hum of conversation and the low thrum of music buzzed around her, but she was focused only on the fleeting glances that darted her way. The appreciative stares and shy, lingering looks never seemed to fade, no matter how many nights she spent here.

A smirk tugged at the corner of her painted red lips. She knew what they saw: a woman of experience, wrapped in a tight dress that hugged her curves, her long lashes casting shadows over sultry blue eyes. Blonde hair fell loosely around her shoulders, styled just enough to appear effortless. To them, she was a vision—someone alluring, confident, and unattainable. But beneath the practiced smile and perfect posture, a quiet longing simmered.

Jessie picked up her drink, taking a slow sip as she scanned the room, her gaze lingering on every fresh face that wandered through the door. Maybe tonight would be different. Maybe tonight, someone would see more than the surface. Someone who wouldn’t just admire her beauty but would stay long enough to ask what was behind the glossy veneer. Someone who might make her feel… something real, for a change.

But until then, she was content to play her part. After all, it’s what she was best at.

“Let me guess—“ she purred softly, catching the eye of the stranger who’d settled beside her. “First time here, or are you just looking for some company?”