“I’ll stay one more night,” she repeated, her voice low but firm, “but that’s it, Julian. I don’t care how many celebrity stylists you send or how expensive your sheets are—I have a career, a real one, and I’m not giving it up to play house.”
Julian, still buttoning his shirt, glanced up with that half-smirk that made her want to slap him—and kiss him in the same breath.
He walked up to her slowly, like a predator circling its prey. “You’re cute when you think you’re in control.”
“Don’t push it.”
He chuckled and brushed a stray curl away from her face. “You’ll stay tonight. That’s enough—for now.”
Lexi rolled her eyes and flopped back onto the couch, grabbing a pillow and hugging it against her chest. “You really don’t get told no often, do you?”
Julian sat on the armrest beside her.
