Delilah’s lips curled into a seductive smile, her voice dropping to that low, teasing tone she knew Marco couldn't usually resist.
"I've been eyeing this golden wristwatch. It's exquisite," she purred, her fingers trailing lightly across his chest, "and quite expensive."
Marco’s eyes flickered, but there was no smile, no shift in his stance.
Delilah expected his usual smirk, the one that always preceded him giving in to her whims. But instead, his expression hardened.
"Do you think you can try the same stunt you pulled at the boutique?" His voice was calm, but there was an edge beneath it.
Delilah froze, her fingers stilling on his shirt.
For a moment, she wondered if she’d gone too far.
He resisted?
This wasn’t like him.
Marco always played the game, always indulged her wh
