He responded, "We aren't at work, sir. And I can do whatever I want if I'm not in the shackles of that workplace with you. And I never asked you to pay for me, you did so willingly, so I wouldn't be obligated to act a certain way before you."
His tone carried a quiet defiance, his eyes steady, almost challenging.
"Are you sure you're very comfortable with all this?" Liam asked, his gaze lingering on him, searching for something beneath the surface.
Lucas looked at him, now confused by the question. Liam didn't look annoyed like he had expected—no irritation, no visible discomfort. Instead, there was something else entirely… something that looked dangerously close to amusement.
And then his next words came.
"If you're comfortable, then I'll be even more so."
"What are you trying to do?" Lucas asked, his voice coming out slightly strained, the shock evident.
