110 Broken Doors

As they settled down for drinks, Lia slid a glass of wine towards Damon, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Come on, Damon, let's unwind a bit. A little wine never hurt anyone," she teased, her voice laced with playful temptation. Damon chuckled nervously, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on him. "I don't know, Lia. I'm feeling a bit like a wilted flower tonight," he admitted, trying to deflect her advances with humor. Lia leaned in closer, her lips curving into a sly grin. "Well, lucky for you, I have just the fertilizer to help you bloom again," she quipped, winking suggestively. Damon's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a burst of laughter escaping him despite himself. "Wow, Lia, I didn't know you were moonlighting as a gardener now," he joked, shaking his head in amusement. Undeterred, Lia reached out to gently trace her finger along the rim of Damon's glass, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Oh, Damon, you have no idea the depths of my talents," she murmured, her