Chapter 11: I am the danger
"That was accidental," Layla pointed out, keeping her voice steady but her pulse racing.
"I don't think so," Lucius replied, his grin widening as he stepped closer. "You want to claim me, don't you? Don't be shy. I'm all yours. Since you're aiming to be a good wife, why not start by giving me a little pleasure?" His fingers lightly tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch lingering.
"Being a good wife doesn't mean I'm obligated to focus on that alone," Layla countered, trying to keep her composure. She didn't want to provoke him, especially after catching sight of the gun he casually carried. She needed his help for her own ambitions, and antagonizing him now could ruin everything.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp. "Are you serious, Layla? Do you realize what you're doing to me right now?" His hand slid up her thigh, giving it a firm squeeze that made her gasp softly. He began tracing slow, deliberate circles on her skin, his eyes never leaving hers.
Layla swallowed, fighting to stay calm. "Why don't we start by getting to know each other better?" she suggested, trying to divert his attention. If she could just shift the conversation, maybe she could create some distance. "I only know your name and a little about your work. We barely know anything personal about each other."
Lucius smiled, clearly entertained by her attempt to stall. He already knew more about her than she probably realized. But hearing her speak was far more enjoyable.
"Fine," he agreed, leaning back slightly.
"Wonderful!" Layla clasped her hands together, cautiously optimistic. "Shouldn't you let me go then?" she asked, hoping he'd take the hint.
His smirk deepened. "I think this position is perfect for getting to know each other."