The second Liam walked in through the door, he knew he was screwed.
Lilith's eyes were the first thing he saw. That golden, dangerous stare of hers pierced straight through him like a blade. She didn't even sit up—just lay there on the sleek black couch like a damn queen, head resting on a pillow, one leg crossed over the other.
But there was no seduction in her eyes this time.
Only heat.
And not the good kind.
"What the hell did you buy with $4.2 million?" she asked flatly, not moving an inch.
Liam blinked. "Uh…"
He coughed, slowly walking in and dropping his jacket over the arm of a chair. "Just… some necessities."
Lilith raised one perfect brow. "Necessities?" Her voice was low and deadly. "Four-point-two million dollars' worth of necessities?"
Liam didn't say a word. Just looked at her.
That made her sit up, a flash of irritation in her face as she slowly swung her legs down and sat upright, still radiating danger in nothing but that thin, silky nightgown.
"Liam."
