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3rd Person POV
Adrien hadn't expected anyone to be in the room, especially not her. As the door clicked shut behind him, he turned, already feeling tense, and was taken aback by the sight of Vanessa lounging against the doorframe with a sultry smile on her pink glossy lips.
She wore the same deep purple lingerie she'd sent him a photo of that night, silky, delicate, and just daring enough to grab his attention. The soft lamp on the nightstand cast a warm golden glow over her, highlighting every curve, the lace snug against her waist, and straps slipping teasingly off her smooth shoulders. Her hair spilled around her like a curtain of copper, loose curls framing her breasts and collarbones in a way that practically screamed temptation.
Vanessa Hedge was undeniably gorgeous, stunning, really. The kind of girl every guy dreams about. Well, every guy except Adrien, apparently...because as he stared, a strange emptiness settled in.
