Beauty picked up a lobster from the plate in front of her, peeling off its shell with her fingers now slick with grease.
She then rolled the large shrimp between her palms, watching with barely concealed amusement as Lucas's brow twitched violently.
*Let's see if you still want me to feed you,* she thought smugly, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief.
*Let's see if you'll ever eat anything another woman offers you again.
* With exaggerated gentleness, she stroked the shrimp's plump body before cooing in a sickly sweet voice, "Lucas, this one looks especially delicious.
And I peeled it just for you—aren't you touched?"
Lucas's gaze turned glacial, the air around him dropping several degrees.
The sudden chill nearly made Beauty's hand tremble—one wrong move, and that fat shrimp would have tumbled to the floor.
"Of course I appreciate it when my woman peels shrimp for me," he said, his voice smooth as ice.
