"What are you doing in here?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest even though the frosted glass of the shower door mostly hid her from view.
"This is my bathroom," Lucien said, his eyes tracking over what he could see of her through the glass. "You're in the wrong shower, babe."
Lilian looked around and realized with horror that he was right. The fixture on the dark marble was darker than she had thought. In her distracted state, she had gone right instead of left.
"Oh my God," she muttered. "I'm sorry. I'll just~"
"Don't stop on my account," Lucien said, making no move to leave. "I'm enjoying the view."
"There's nothing to see through the glass," Lilian protested.
"There's enough," Lucien said, his voice dropping lower. "Enough to know that you're so absolutely gorgeous wet."
The heat in his voice made Lilian's breath catch. The morning pleasure Dante had given her made her wanting to experience the same with Lucien, just needed to know how aggressive he was.
