Rex leaned back in the tub, the warm water lapping gently at their skin. The air was thick with the comforting scent of bath oils and lingering steam. Monica rested against him, her back to his chest, the curve of her shoulder fitting perfectly beneath his chin as if she'd always belonged there.
Water swirling around their bodies as steam rose gently in the air, his fingers idly tracing circles on her waist.
"So… what are you planning to do about your agency? And that bastard agent of yours?" he asked, voice low but probing.
Monica's lips curled into a cruel, elegant smile. Her eyes gleamed with a quiet, dangerous fire. "Don't worry. I have my own methods," she said, brushing her wet hair back. "I'm not some helpless Virgin Mary waiting for justice. I know how to play dirty if needed."
Rex raised a brow, amused but impressed. "And the contract? I've heard those can be brutal, full of clauses and penalties."
