Lucas had been a typical fuckboy and ignored me after I declined dinner with him, instead giving instructions without eye contact, conducting loud phone calls while I tried not to stare at him through the glass door. He dismissed me at five PM every day and had even had his receptionist book me a hotel for my typist training the following week.
I needed to ‘brush up’ apparently.
I pulled my coat on as I heard his door open, noticing an older man walking out before him. The older man nodded at me before heading to the elevator. I buttoned up my coat as I read my text messages, groaning when I saw a text from some douche I’d seen a while back.
“Dick,” I muttered, sliding the phone back into my pocket.
“Alice. Come to dinner with me.”
I lifted my eyes to see Lucas leaning against the doorway, overseeing me. His hair fell into his eyes, his light eyes scanning me as I swallowed. I regretted declining last time, but I hadn’t wanted to appear easy.
“I have to fly to Italy tomorrow,” he murmured as I nodded without thinking.
My heart raced at the thought of him not being around, let alone being so far away.
“Oh, lucky you.” I smiled brightly as we stepped into the elevator together. He leaned past me to tap the ground floor button, his aftershave making me suck my breath in sharply. He arched a brow at me in amusement.
“Are you alright?”
“Of course.” I chuckled as the elevator stopped two levels below.
A group of people walked in, giving us curious looks as an arm snuck around my waist. I glanced up to see Lucas wink at me before moving his hand to my ass.
So that’s what he wants.
“Oh, I see.” I rolled my eyes as the elevator announced that we had reached the ground floor.
Lucas frowned at me, and I shrugged his hand away.
“Good evening, Mr. Deacon.” A girl smiled sweetly when she walked by, swinging her hips as he smiled.
I felt a stab of jealousy as I narrowed my eyes at her before I heard him chuckle.
“You’re theonlywoman I’ve ever fucked in the boardroom,” Lucas whispered, his lips making me shiver as they grazed my ear.
“Hmm, why don’t I believe you?”
“Because you are insecure. Fuck knows why-you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said softly as we walked outside the building and into his waiting car.
My heart pounded as I shook myself mentally.
Why would he say that?
“You just want to fuck again,” I drawled, leaning back against the cool leather of the car seat. I closed my eyes for a second as his hand slid under my chin.
“Oh, I’ll be fucking you again. No doubt. I’ve decided something,” Lucas declared, kissing me lightly on the lips.
I pulled him back to me as I deepened the kiss, feeling him groan against me.
“Get it out of your system if that’s what you’ve decided. I quite liked fucking you,” I whispered before sliding onto his lap. We kissed softly, but he made no move to touch me in that way.
“Cara, I can’t lie to you. I want you for myself,” he mumbled against me as my heart soared, the butterflies in my stomach going wild.
“So have me.” I shrugged, beginning to unbutton his shirt when he stopped me, his hands holding mine.
“I want you to be mine.”
Our eyes met, and I let out a laugh.
