She was backed up against the wall, literally, her body pressing against the icy cold marble. She let out a gasp of surprise
The next second, Lysander braced one hand against the wall, half enveloping her in his chest, the other hand lifting her chin, forcing her to look up into his
eyes
He towered over her, looking down at her like she was nothing more than an insignificant ant
"You seem really like this bathroom, huh?" his husky voice slid out from his throat
The scent of sandalwood emanating from him, the strong masculine presence, was all assaulting Thalassa
She couldn't help but remember the kiss from that morning, leaving her feeling weak.
Her long eyelashes fluttered unconsciously, her voice softening. "It's not that I like it here, it's just my job."
Cleaning bathrooms was indeed part of her job
Lysander sheered coldly. "Oh, it's your job? You've got a unique perspective"
She was here again because she enjoyed the benefits she got the last time