Page 59 of King of Rage

She had foolishly hoped that he wouldn't remember what had happened between them, but judging by his smug expression, he remembered every damn detail.

“You need to leave,” she repeated, her tone growing firmer.

Lucius made no attempt to move. Instead, he stretched his arms behind his head, watching her with the composure of a man who had never once been rushed into doing anything in his life.

Stella stared at him in disbelief.

“Lucius.”

He arched an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Get up.”

“Are you always this impatient in the morning?”

“I'm going to count to three.”

A quiet chuckle escaped him.

“Then I suppose I should take advantage of the remaining time.”

Stella rolled her eyes and reached down to grab his arm.

“Please, get up.”

She tugged at him, but the man barely moved.

“Lucius, I'm serious.”

“All right, darling. There's no need to drag me out of your bed.”

He finally sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the mattress. He dressed without the slightest hint of urgency, buttoning his shirt and adjusting his clothes at an infuriatingly leisurely pace.

Stella stood beside him, watching impatiently.

Once he had slipped into his trousers and shirt, he reached for his coat and draped it over his arm.

That was enough for her.

“Come on. Hurry up.”

She caught hold of his arm and began pulling him toward the door.

Lucius glanced down at her hand around his forearm, then at her face.

“Are you planning to escort me out yourself?”

“Yes, since you clearly can't manage it on your own.”

The corner of his mouth lifted.

“Such hospitality.”

Stella shot him an exasperated look and opened the bedroom door, carefully peering into the living room before ushering him outside.

“Come on,” she whispered. “Hurry up.”