Akira looked down at Mia, noticing that mix of jealousy and need that always set his pulse racing. He could see the storm brewing in her head, the way her mind was painting pictures of him and Rina in the hot tub, twisting them into something worse than it was.
Part of him wanted to shut it down hard and send her off alone to cool her temper. But that might lead to her sneaking around later, checking on him in the night like she sometimes did.
Joining her right away could turn into a full session, and damn, the thought of her, wet and soapy under the shower spray, was tempting. He weighed it quickly and decided: calm her down now, stay in control, and maybe turn this into something that leaves her too spent to snoop.
He decided to use his Silver Tongue to steer things his way, mixing command with just enough tease to keep her hooked.
He didn't back away.
