Julian's lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk as he closed the remaining distance between them.
He didn't look the least bit embarrassed about getting caught. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her towel-clad body flush against his crisp tuxedo.
"You look perfect," he whispered against her skin, as he leaned down to kiss the curve of her shoulder.
Lyvana let out a soft laugh, placing her hands against his broad chest to keep some distance. "Flatterer. Go wait downstairs before Emily comes back and catches you trying to ruin my makeup."
"I told Emily to give me twenty minutes before she comes back," Julian said, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he locked the door behind him.
Lyvana blinked, completely caught off guard. "What? Why?"
