"You taste so good," he whispered, his voice low and rough.
Lisa let out a shaky breath, her lashes fluttering as she turned her face slightly toward his. "You always say that."
Julian's grin deepened, his hand now resting on the curve of her hip.
After a few quiet moments, Lisa slowly pushed herself straight, her legs still unsteady. She smoothed down her dress and tried maintaining her composure.
The warmth still lingered on her cheeks, a faint flush that refused to fade.
"Well, Julian," she said with a breathless little smile, "I have to go now. There's still work to be done back at Hans."
Julian nodded, leaning against the table, his eyes still drinking her like he wasn't quite ready to let her go.
"Safe journey," he said.
Lisa turned to leave, pausing for just a heartbeat at the door, her hand on the handle. She gave him one last glance over her shoulder, a faint playful smile curving up her lips.
"Try not to miss me too much."
Julian smirked. "Impossible."
