"Come on I'm joking, how would I let a random woman touch me?" Lucius said, flashing her one of those half-grins that made it impossible to tell whether he was serious or just enjoying himself.

However, Alexia's expression didn't change.

She finished unbuttoning his shirt with like a professional that she was, her lips pressed into a tight line.

The crisp fabric slid off his shoulders, revealing the simple white singlet underneath.

It took Alexia all of her willpower not to stare too long.

The muscles that moved beneath the thin cloth looked like they were sculpted.

Subtle lines traced along his chest, his shoulders, and even his arms.

She folded the white shirt neatly, tucking it to the side as though the act of folding cloth would distract her from the fact that she wanted to run her hands across his torso.

She turned quickly, reaching for the rack where the three clothing sets had been neatly prepared.

Jamil's employees had done their best, but Lucius still had to pick one, and they were all meant to be "casual."

Casual, apparently, meant "clothes you could wear to either a dinner party or a private yacht showing."

Modeling wasn't easy — it wasn't like holding a can and tilting his jaw to the light.

Posing was trickier and harder to make look natural, which was why a good model would be paid more.

"Boss, which one do you want?" Alexia asked, keeping her voice steady as she gestured to the three neatly pressed outfits.

He glanced at the clothes, arching an eyebrow.

Out of the three, she personally liked how Set One looked. It looked neat and effortlessly good.

But knowing Lucius, he might easily go for Set Three… the flashiest one.

It was bold though and it was just a stack of designers with no style at all.

"We were already shown them before," Lucius muttered, rubbing his jaw lazily. "Which one do you think I should wear?"

Alexia blinked.

Her eyes nearly shot out of their sockets.

He was letting her choose?

Was this a prank? She looked into his eyes and only saw sincerity.

She sighed and made her choice.

"Boss, I think Set One is casual enough," she said at last, reaching for the bag on the rack where the set was kept.

She unzipped it smoothly and revealed the contents inside: a navy compressor shirt with sleek lines that hugged the body, a cream leather jacket that was soft, tailored charcoal trousers with sharp creases that made it look like it was recently ironed, brown loafers accented with subtle golden lines on them, and finally a rose gold watch.

She held her breath for a moment, then smiled. "For this kind of shoot, these clothes will be perfect."

Lucius tilted his head, studying the set like he was choosing between weapons in an armory. Then, finally, he grinned.

"Alright then, you're the boss."

Her eyes brightened at that and before she could stop herself, she felt a little thrill at being trusted.

She took the compressor shirt carefully from its hanger and stepped toward him.

"Raise your arms, Boss," she said softly.

He lifted them, obliging, and as she slipped the navy fabric over his head, a faint scent reached her nose.

A rich, clean fragrance that wafted into her nose… Was it perfume? Or was it his scent? And why was it so damn enticing?

Her fingers brushed his sides as she adjusted the shirt to fit neatly, smoothing it over his chest.

The fabric clung perfectly, tracing the contours of his body in a way that made her throat dry.

She worked quickly, trying not to linger too much on his muscles.

Lucius, of course, noticed.

"I forgot to ask," he murmured, leaning closer, "but how did that spank feel?"

Her pupils dilated instantly.

The businesslike facade cracked and her lips parted as heat rushed to her cheeks.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress the flood of memory…

She had enjoyed it.

That was the truth.

Even if he had been holding another woman at the time, she had enjoyed it.

Did that make her a pervert?

"So you wouldn't mind if I spanked you again, huh?" His voice dripped with teasing amusement.

Her breath caught when his hand slid down and pressed against her backside.

His palm cupped her firm ass and she gasped, a soft, breathy sound she couldn't contain.

The warmth of his hand spread through her, her knees nearly trembling.

But just when she thought he'd follow through, his hand slipped away.

"Later," he said with a grin. "You should finish dressing me up."

Alexia bit down on her lip and forced herself to breathe.

Professional.

She had to stay professional.

She picked up the cream leather jacket next. It was lighter than it looked and soft to the touch.

She carefully slid one sleeve over his arm, then the other, stepping behind him to adjust the shoulders.

Her fingers brushed along the line of his back as she smoothed the jacket down, tugging it just so to make sure it draped perfectly.

"Fits like it was tailored," she murmured, almost to herself.

"Of course it does," Lucius replied smugly. "Everything looks good on me."

She ignored the quip, moving to the trousers.

It was a little more awkward… she had to avert her eyes when he unfastened his belt, and she busied herself pretending to check the seams of the charcoal fabric.

Still, he stepped into them and she adjusted the waistband, She was starting to believe it… everything looked good on him.

The trousers hugged his frame perfectly.

Next came the loafers. She knelt down, slipping the brown leather shoes onto his feet, fastening them with care.

The gold detail glinted softly, catching the light. She couldn't help but notice how even his ankles looked good.

Finally, she reached for the rose gold watch.

She stepped closer, lifting his wrist gently, and fastened the band.

"There," she said, pulling back.

Lucius flexed his wrist, admiring the shine, then smirked at her. "Not bad. You should quit being a secretary and become my personal dresser."

She rolled her eyes, clutching her clipboard to steady herself. "Don't flatter yourself."

"Too late."

…

Minutes later, Lucius entered the shoot room.

It looked less like a fashion studio and more like a movie set.

High-grade lights shone from every angle, cameras perched on sleek stands, and drones were already in the air, ready to capture him from impossible angles.

The female employees who had hoped to dress him earlier were already gathered inside.

Their faces soured when they saw Alexia trailing behind him proudly, but their gazes softened when they saw the result.

Even they couldn't deny that Lucius looked perfect.

"Mr. Lucius," the manager said, stepping forward with a wide smile. "I see that's what you like. Such amazing taste."

Lucius gave him a lazy smirk even though it was Alexia's idea. "I know."

The manager gestured toward the stage. "This is nothing complicated, just a simple photoshoot."

'Simple, huh?' Lucius thought, stepping onto the platform.

Nothing about this felt simple.

The lights were blinding, the equipment was intimidating, and the whole setup looked like it belonged to a movie premiere.

Still, it was infinitely better than whatever Fizzypop had put together.

He stood tall, jacket falling smoothly over his frame, hands slipping into his trouser pockets with casual grace.

The main cameraman raised his hand.

"Annnndddd… Pose!"

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