"Because she might not be dressed for an evening event. And…" Lucas paused, choosing his words with the same care he applied to contract negotiations. "she's beautiful at all times."
The simple honesty of the statement hung in the air between them.
Axel stared at him, momentarily speechless. A flicker of something… perhaps respect, perhaps exasperation, perhaps a mixture of both crossed his face. He opened his mouth, closed it again, then finally managed, "…You're unbelievable."
"Fine!" Axel pushed himself upright, refusing to admit defeat. His competitive nature wouldn't allow it.
"Try this." He leaned against the desk again, adopting what he clearly believed was an irresistible pose, one he'd probably practiced in mirrors.
"You have the most captivating eyes."
Lucas looked mildly uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The compliment felt foreign in his mouth before he'd even spoken it. "No."
