Chapter 480
Chapter 480:
All he saw was a woman who was desperate to get out of the cold.
And he saw an opportunity—a public trap. It appealed to his arrogance.
“You want to go to the casino?” Lucian asked slowly. A cruel smile spread across his face.
“Yes,” Skye said.
“Fine,” Lucian said. “But if we do this, we do it my way p>
He looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her shivering form.
“You want to be on the floor? You have to dress the part p>
Lucian grabbed Skye by the arm and dragged her out of the wine cellar. The sudden shift from the frigid air to the warmth of the hallway made Skye dizzy, but she kept her footing. He led her to the master suite and pushed her into a massive walk-in closet filled with costumes.
He rummaged through a rack and tossed a garment bag at her. “Put it on p>
Skye unzipped the bag. Her stomach turned.
It was a “bunny” costume: a black satin bodysuit cut high on the hips, with a fluffy white tail and a pair of velvet ears.
Skye looked at it, then threw it on the floor. “No p>
Lucian turned, his eyes dangerous. “Excuse me p>
“I am Skye Sterling,” she said, her voice icy. “I run a billion-dollar company. I don’t wear polyester tails. If I look like a cheap whore, Alistair won’t believe it’s me. He knows I have class. He knows I have pride. If he sees me in that, he’ll know it’s a setup. He’ll know I’m being forced p>
She kicked the costume aside.
“To lure him, I need to look like… a prize. A queen he failed to protect. Something he yearns for, not something he pities p>
Lucian stopped. He tilted his head, processing her logic. He hated that she was right. Psychological warfare was his game, and she was playing it better.
“You have a sharp tongue,” Lucian muttered. “Fine. You want to play queen? You have one hour p>
He pointed to the bathroom attached to the suite. “Clean yourself up. You smell like wine p>
He walked to the door. “Marcus,” Lucian barked. “Watch the door. If she tries to leave, shoot her p>
Lucian left.
𝗡o m𝘪ѕs𝗶𝘯𝗴 c𝗁a𝗽ters oո 𝗯𝖾.𝖼o𝗺
Skye exhaled, her knees finally buckling. She leaned against the closet wall, trembling. She had won a small victory, but she was still trapped.
She walked into the bathroom. It was a palace of marble and gold.
She needed a plan.
Marcus was the problem. He was smart. He was suspicious. He had seen her break the bottles and knew she was manipulating Lucian. As long as Marcus was watching her, she couldn’t make a move.
Skye looked around the bathroom. Her eyes landed on a heavy ceramic soap dispenser on the counter.
A plan formed in her mind. It was risky. It relied on Lucian’s toxic possessiveness.
She turned on the shower, letting the steam fill the room. She wrapped a large white towel around herself, tucking it securely above her chest.
She positioned the heavy ceramic soap dispenser on the edge of the vanity counter.
She shoved it.
CRASH.
The ceramic shattered loudly on the tile floor.
Marcus spun around instantly, his hand going to his holster. He rushed toward the bathroom door.
“What happened?” he shouted, pushing the door open.