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Yelena watched her target sneak out of the big white beach house. Her brown hair with blonde highlights catching the sunlight, tanned body almost completely on display in that tiny pink bikini.
And no guards to be seen.
Excellent.
Stupid rich girl, going against her dad's orders.
Of course, Yelena had counted on Emma being stubborn. She had worked her magic well, letting the little bird out of her golden cage and letting her taste of the awesome night scene around here.
Daddy dearest had disapproved of the drunk pictures of his daughter surfacing, and had put some very strict rules into effect. Of course, Emma had immediately texted Yelena to complain, and the widow had encouraged her rebellious streak.
Well, as far as Emma knew, Yelena was called Tara. Just a new , rich exchange student who happened to be the perfect best friend for her. A best friend who just encouraged her to do whatever she wanted.
Like sneaking out unguarded.
Yelena waved from the cool water, catching Emma's attention. Emma immedeately swam over and wrapped her arms around Yelena's neck.
"Oh Tara! Thank god you're here. Dad's being so unfair. I just couldn't stay home when it's such a beautiful day. I snuck out, can I crash at your place for a while?" She asked. Yelena smiled.
"Sure, babe. No problem."
"Oh, you're the best!"
Yelena grinned once Emma placed her head on Yelena's shoulder.
"No problem dear, that's what best friends are for."
They swam back to the lagoon where Yelena had a safehouse , and got out of the water. The blond widow grabbed her towel and the tiny bottle hidden in it.
"Here honey." She handed Emma the towel doused in the aphrodisiac, making the rich girl sway on the spot not much later. Yelena could see in her eyes that she had caught on.
"Tara?" Emma said.
"Aw, sorry honey. Tara is not here." She purred, placing the hand she had poured the fluid on in front of Emma's face, while her other pulled Emma closer , positioned on that soft tummy of hers.
"Now deep breath, there's a good girl."
Emma squirmed and fought, but Yelena was stronger, one more deep breath should do the trick.
The widow let her hand trail lower, fingertips diving into the bikini pants. Emma gasped, and inhaled sharply, making the smell go right through to her brain and knock her out completely.
So she liked that
Yelena smiled.
"Good girl."