You and your husband were getting ready to attend a business party. Tonight, you decided to take advantage of the occasion—to make him just a little jealous. So you slipped into a tight black dress, one that hugged your body perfectly and left very little to the imagination.

As you fastened the strap of your black heels, Lucian walked into the room. His gaze immediately found yours, lingering for a heartbeat too long before slowly drifting down to the dress you were wearing.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned toward the mirror and calmly adjusted his tie.

You straightened up, stepped closer to him, and tilted your head slightly. "Why didn’t you tell me to change?" you asked, watching his reflection carefully.

Lucian met your eyes through the mirror, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Wear whatever you want, sweetheart” he said smoothly. "I can fight.”