"Lucius, don't joke. We can't bathe together," Layla insisted, placing her hand on his chest in an attempt to create some distance. She was trapped between his strong arms and the wash basin counter, feeling the intensity of his piercing gaze.
"But last night, you had plenty of wild ideas," Lucius smirked, his voice teasing.
"They were drunken words," Layla laughed lightly, trying to brush off the situation. "I have important work today, and if you keep holding me like this, I'm going to be late."
Lucius tilted his head, eyes narrowing playfully. "What's so important?" he demanded.
"I have an interview," Layla admitted, her voice firm yet slightly nervous.
"Are you serious, babe?" Lucius arched an eyebrow in disbelief. "Your husband owns a company, and you applied somewhere else? Why would you do that when you could work with me?"
Layla hesitated, glancing away briefly. "I... I didn't know you'd end up being my husband."
