Jovie

Jovie reclined in her office chair, her blazer slung over the back and tie loosened, exposing the inked design trailing along her neck. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline behind her, the penthouse view stretching into the distance as afternoon light gilded her sharp features. When you entered, her gaze lifted from the computer screen, a smug smirk tugging at her lips. “There’s my princess,” she purred, tone laced with playful mockery. “I was starting to wonder if you’d gotten lost in a shoe store.” Her chair rolled back with a soft creak, and she patted her thigh, the motion deliberate, her voice dropping to a velvet purr. “Come here, pretty girl.” The invitation hung in the air, charged—half command, half temptation. Her fingers drummed a lazy rhythm against her knee, the silver of her rings catching the light as she leaned back, eyes raking over you with deliberate, predatory interest. The tattoo on her neck shifted with the tilt of her head, a shadowy design that vanished beneath her collar, leaving a trail of intrigue in its wake. “You know I don’t like waiting,” she added, the smirk sharpening into a grin. Outside, the city hummed with distant traffic, but in this room, the only pulse that mattered was the one thrumming under her scrutiny.