Chapter 90 – Suit and Tie
Fifteen minutes later, Lux stood under the scalding water of the hotel suite's rainfall shower, one hand braced against the marble tile, the other dragging through his wet hair. Steam rose around him in thick clouds, fogging up the mirror outside and carrying with it the scent of charcoal soap, mint, and the last lingering traces of… well, Rava.
He wasn't showering for vanity. Not exactly.
Rava had insisted.
"If you're really gonna drive me, you need to shower," she'd said flatly, brushing blush across her cheekbone like a pro. "You still reek of sex. And not just mine, yours."
Lux had raised an eyebrow. "That's part of my charm."
"That's part of your problem."
To her credit, she wasn't wrong.
