Yelena, on the other hand, was anything but quiet.
She leaned back in her chair, one leg crossed over the other, her dark eyes flicking between Claire and me with a smirk that promised trouble. "You're both so tense," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement.
"Like a couple of wound-up springs. Or maybe just wound up in general." She let out a low, throaty laugh, her fingers tapping idly against the table.
"Claire, dorogaya, you look like you're about to snap." Her gaze slid to me, slow and deliberate, like a caress.
Claire exhaled, running a hand through her hair. "It's been a long day."
"Mmm, I'll say," Yelena hummed, her lips curling into a smirk. She stood, stretching like a cat, her body arching just enough to make it clear she knew exactly what she was doing.
"But you know what they say about stress, yes?" She stepped closer, her hips swaying with every movement, her fingers trailing along the back of my chair. "The best way to relieve it is exercise together."
