Soraya's POV.
“Should I bathe you?"
I blinked at him. What? My heart skipped, heat rushing to my face. “What?” I whispered, my eyes widening. Did I hear him right?
His expression didn’t change, not even a flicker of humor or shame in his eyes. “I asked a simple question. You don’t want the maids to bathe you, so should I do it?”
I shook my head furiously. “No! How dare you say that to me? Why would you want to bathe me?”
“Why can’t I?” he countered instantly, his piercing gaze never leaving mine.
I felt my throat go dry. “What? You think I’m cheap, that I’ll let you see me naked just like that?” My words cracked.
Darius’s eyes narrowed. He turned briefly to the maids hovering at the corner. “Go outside. I’ll call you back when I’m ready.”
The girls bowed quickly and left, the door
