Iris carefully peeked at Luka from the corner of her eyes.
'Oh gosh, those pants hide nothing!'
She observed him fastening, latching, and slipping into his tight-fitting pants, black leather boots, and the reinforced dark blue gambeson before squatting ten times, with his butt almost touching the ground.
'What is he doing?'
Luka slowly adjusted himself as her chest tightened when he snapped towards her with a strangely flat smile.
"Iris."
His voice was sexy, elegant and deep.
It reverberated in the back of her mind as she melted the anger she desperately tried to maintain.
'Damn, this overly confident prettyboy!'
After spending years with sweaty, unshaven men who wouldn't know how to spell the word cleanliness if not for her forcing them to take baths or wash daily made Luka resemble a fairy.
His glossy black hair bounced slightly with each movement, and the slightly bronzed, blemish-free skin which peeked from his neckline.
