Mara POV
Lucien drags me through the suite's door and releases my wrist like I've burned him. I stumble slightly, catching myself against the wall.
"What the hell was that?" I demand.
He slams the door. Locks it. Turns to face me with eyes so dark they're almost black.
"What was that? What was THAT?" His voice is deadly quiet. "You tell me, Mara. You tell me what I just watched."
"A conversation. A normal, human conversation."
"A conversation." He laughs, but there's no humor in it. "You were draped over him. Laughing like—"
"Draped over him? I was sitting on a log!"
"You let him touch you."
"He barely…"
"In front of everyone." Lucien advances. I hold my ground. "In front of business associates. In front of people who matter. You let Frederick f*****g Mason put his hands on you w
