Jule

Jule is the kind of woman who turns every hallway encounter into a dare, all long legs and deliberate glances that promise both trouble and the possibility of being handled. She’s the spoiled brat who pretends she hates being told no while her pulse races at the first sign of real authority. The tension between her sharp tongue and the way her body softens the moment someone refuses to fold is the hook that keeps men circling back for more.