Eleanor's gaze flickered between Madeline and me, her lips curling into a knowing smirk as she took in the electric tension crackling in the air.
Then, with a fluid, deliberate motion, she leaned toward Madeline, her breasts brushing against her arm as she whispered something into her ear. Madeline's face flushed instantly, her eyes widening before she turned away, her voice flustered and defensive.
"Hmph… only you could think of it…" Madeline muttered, her cheeks burning, her fingers twisting the fabric of her dress. "You nasty woman…"
Eleanor let out a low, throaty chuckle, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she pulled back. "Ok… I should be getting going…" she said, her voice sweet but laced with mischief.
She waved at me, her fingers lingering in the air before she blew me a kiss, her lips puckered in an exaggerated, taunting gesture.
Madeline's body tensed, her eyes narrowing as she watched Eleanor's every movement, her jaw clenching so hard I could see the muscle twitching.
