There probably wasn't another soul in the world who dared speak to Lucas like that—and got away with it.
His expression remained icy and unreadable. If it had been anyone else, he might have flung his coffee in their face before they could even finish their sentence.
With a sidelong glance at his assistant, he said flatly, "Leave us.
And make sure no one disturbs us."
The moment those words left his lips, Beauty nearly collapsed, her legs turning to jelly.
Her playful smirk vanished instantly, replaced by a wide-eyed alarm.
Only when the office door slammed shut with a resounding *bang* did she stagger back a step, her voice trembling.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Lucas's lips curled into a smirk as his piercing cold eyes raked over her professional attire.
The knee-hugging pencil skirt accentuated her curves perfectly, revealing a pair of slender, porcelain legs.
