Lui laughed so hard he had to clutch his stomach, triumph painted all over his face.
"Done."
Artis said, his voice cool and steady as he stood, making Lui's laughter falter for just a second.
Juliana gave Artis a slow, sultry smile before rising from her seat with an almost exaggerated grace.
She stretched her arms out, the satin of her robe clinging to her every curve like it was sewn onto her body. Her back was to Lui, which only made the suspense worse for him.
Artis stepped to the side, his movements deliberate, his smirk widening. Lui's confidence remained intact, though, because surely this wouldn't go well. But then...
Artis leaned down, his hands starting at Juliana's shins. The motion was slow, deliberate, and undeniably erotic.
His fingers slithered upward, the satin robe whispering against her skin, and that's when Lui noticed something that made his triumphant grin freeze.
