Selene stood smack in the middle of Lucian’s room, glaring at the bed as if it had called her name and insulted her.
The thing was huge. Unreasonably plush. Way too inviting.
And honestly, too intimate.
“You’re actually serious,” she repeated, but softer this time.
Lucian didn’t bother looking up, fiddling with his cufflinks like she wasn’t right behind him. “I don’t joke about security.”
Selene let out a slow, tight breath. “Security, huh? This feels more like…”
He cut her off. “A necessity.”
Her jaw set. “There are other rooms.”
“Yeah.”
“So why am I not in one?”
Lucian finally looked at her, and that was the problem. Whenever he did calm, focused, just intense enough it messed with her in ways she couldn’t quite handle.
“This is the only place I can guarantee no one gets to yo
