Lilith's smile deepened, her eyes narrowing slightly with playful defiance. "So what if I refuse to sleep with you, sir?" she asked, tilting her head. Her piercing blue eyes locked directly onto his, refusing to back down.
Sebastian's grin didn't waver. Instead, it grew even more confident. "I'm afraid, Miss Lilith," he began smoothly, his voice low and teasing, "I can't take no for an answer… porque soy tu jefe, mi cariño."
Lilith's expression flickered for a moment—was that surprise? Amusement? Her lips twitched as if suppressing a smile. Did he just call her 'my darling' in Spanish? But he didn't know she knows spanish.
Her guess felt certain, though she couldn't believe her ears. To be honest, the words sent a thrill racing through her veins, a mix of excitement and a strange, unfamiliar warmth. This feeling, this spark—it was entirely new, and she wasn't sure whether to embrace it or push it away.
