As I lightly brushed the brush across Aurora's face, I could feel her gaze fixed on me, as usual. It was always like this: every time I did her makeup, she would take the opportunity to give me those intense and provocative looks, trying to break my concentration. Today was no different.

"You always focus so much on this work... But I bet you know you look beautiful like this, with that concentrated expression," she murmured, her voice low and seductive.

I took a deep breath, keeping my attention on what I was doing. "Aurora, if I mess up with my makeup, I'll be the one who has to redo it. So please, stop distracting me."

She giggled, clearly amused by my attempt at being professional. "I don't understand why you always avoid me, you know? Are you afraid of getting carried away?"

I rolled my eyes, but continued working without answering. It was a fine line. Aurora knew I was married, and yet she always started conversations, testing my patience and trying to get me mad. But deep down, she seemed to enjoy this resistance I maintained.

"It's not fear," I replied, finally looking at her with a smirk, a hint of amusement in my tone. "It's respect. Now, please close your eyes, or your eyeliner will come out crooked."

She did as I asked, but before she closed her eyes, I could see the playful, teasing glint in them. "I'll just tell you one thing: I'll still be able to make you look at me differently," she whispered, like a challenge.