Page 110 of Malicious Claim

Nicolai gave Leila a warning before turning away. He didn't trust Stefanos near her, but he knew better than to confront him directly. And just like that, Leila was no longer being constantly watched.

She let Stefanos lead her away, her movements languid, her expression impassive. But inside, she was already plotting on how to make use of the sudden opportunity.

For the first time in a while, she had the entire day to herself. No Makros. No Nicolai breathing down her neck.

Freedom.

She tried going into Makros' study and even his father's office, but the doors were locked. She could pick them, but that would take time and raise suspicion if she got caught.

No, she didn't need to go through those. Not anymore.

Everything she wanted was in the communications room.

She just needed a way of getting back in.

Leila was still turning over possible plans when a maid appeared at her door, her head slightly bowed.

"Miss, Stefanos has asked to see you."

Leila's lips curved.

The opportunity had arrived sooner than expected.

"Tell him I'll be right there."

The last time they had been alone, she had kissed him. But now? Now, she knew he wanted more than just a kiss.

Stefanos leaned against his desk, watching her approach. His eyes were heavy-lidded, hungry, dark with lust.

She wore a silk robe—one of Makros' gifts, but tonight, she had chosen to wear it for him. The fabric clung to her, whispering over her skin with every step she took.

He reached for her wrist, fingers sliding around it in a slow, possessive grip. He pulled her closer until she stood between his knees.

"Wow," he murmured, eyes drinking her in. "You look lovely."

Leila smiled—a slow, knowing curve of her lips.

"I dressed for you," she said, tilting her head slightly.

His grip tightened. "You feel it, don't you?" His voice was lower now, huskier. "The way we belong together."

Her lashes lowered, gaze flicking to his lips before returning to his eyes. "Yes, I feel something."

It was a pure lie.

His fingers traced the curve of her waist, slow, teasing. "Then stop fighting it."

Stefanos leaned in, lips brushing against her ear.

She didn't pull away. She let him, just enough to keep him wanting.

"Baby steps," she whispered.

His jaw clenched, tension rippling through his body. But he let her go.

He still had another day with her.

She had told him the way to get her was slowly.