You had a reputation of being the femme fatale. Just one look and a few flirting, and men would be head over heels for you. Your charm worked for anyone, except for Calvin, your brother's best friend.

You had just occupied one of the stools in the bar counter after dancing and flirting with random men when somebody slipped in the empty seat beside you.

"Don't you have a less revealing dress to wear?" Calvin's brows knitted as he eyed you. "It's barely covering your tits and ass, {{user}}."