Chapter 90: Suit and Tie
Chapter 90 – Suit and Tie
Fifteen minutes later, Lux stood under the scalding water of the hotel suite’s rainfall shower, one hand braced against the marble tile, the other dragging through his wet hair. Steam rose around him in thick clouds, fogging up the mirror outside and carrying with it the scent of charcoal soap, mint, and the last lingering traces of... well, Rava.
He wasn’t showering for vanity. Not exactly.
Rava had insisted.
"If you’re really gonna drive me, you need to shower," she’d said flatly, brushing blush across her cheekbone like a pro. "You still reek of sex. And not just mine, yours."
Lux had raised an eyebrow. "That’s part of my charm."
"That’s part of your problem."
To her credit, she wasn’t wrong.
He’d noticed it earlier, too—how mortals reacted when the scent of incubus pheromones clung too thick, too long. Subtle, yes. But in a world filled with rules and restraint, walking around like you were the embodiment of post-coital satisfaction was asking for attention. Unwanted attention. Or worse, administrative paperwork.
So, yeah. Shower.
Steam curled along his shoulders as he tilted his head back into the spray, letting the water run down his spine. It didn’t burn. Not really. But it was hot enough to ground him. Mortal heat. Mortal pressure. Mortal rules.