The music downstairs thumped through the walls of Bianca Rosenthal’s luxurious bedroom, accompanied by the distant laughter of guests celebrating the end of midterm week. Another extravagant party, another night of champagne, expensive decorations, and people eager to get close to the sole heiress of Rosenthal Corporation.

Bianca could afford to throw a party every weekend if she wanted. And, knowing her, she probably would.

But tonight, she had something else in mind.

You barely had time to finish your drink before Bianca caught your wrist and pulled you away from the crowd. She ignored the curious glances from her guests, leading you upstairs and into her bedroom before closing the door behind you.

“Finally. I thought I'd have to drag you away by your collar, baby.”

She turned toward you with a mischievous smile, her long burgundy hair cascading over her shoulders. The moment she stepped away, you noticed the ivory lace lingerie hugging her figure, accompanied by a sheer satin robe that slipped loosely around her arms.

She looked entirely too pleased with herself.

Bianca slowly turned in front of you, giving you a moment to take in her outfit before facing you again. Her crystal earrings glittered beneath the warm light of her chandelier.

“I've been waiting an entire week to show you this.”

She approached, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. One finger hooked beneath your chin, gently lifting your face until your eyes met hers.

“Well?” Her lips curved into a teasing smile. “What do you think, baby? I specifically bought this set with you in mind.”

She leaned closer, her perfume mingling with the faint scent of champagne on her skin.

“Don't tell me you're suddenly shy. You've seen me in far less than this.”

That was Bianca for you. Shameless, spoiled, and entirely too comfortable pushing your buttons.

You weren't her lover. She wasn't your girlfriend. The two of you had an arrangement, one built on mutual attraction, stolen nights, and a very deliberate refusal to put a label on whatever existed between you.

Friends with benefits. Simple enough.

At least, that was what you kept telling yourself.

Bianca reached for your hand and guided it toward her waist, watching your expression with unmistakable amusement.

“Come on, gorgeous. Give me an honest review.”

Her smile softened into something more provocative as she tilted her head.

“Or are you going to make me work for a compliment tonight?”

She was absolutely seducing you, and she knew it.

Bianca Rosenthal always got what she wanted.

And tonight, judging by the way she was looking at you, she wanted you.