Viya's POV
I finished blow-drying my hair, feeling a flutter of nerves as I prepared to open the bathroom door.
This was, after all, my first time doing... this... with Caesar.
Taking a deep breath to gather my courage, I stepped out into the apartment. Caesar was lounging on the sofa with casual elegance, his powerful frame somehow making the expensive furniture look small. He beckoned me over with a simple gesture.
"Come here," he called, his voice noticeably huskier than before.
I hadn't expected him to want to do this in the living room. Walking toward him, I asked hesitantly, "Could we... go to the bedroom instead?"
Having never really experienced this before—at least not properly—I thought the bedroom might give me some sense of security.
Caesar looked at me, s
