Up close Lucian could smell her perfume it reminded him a fresh flowers and honey. He took a deep inhale.
“Checking in,” He told her. “Haven’t heard from you on my offer.”
“Maybe I haven’t decided.” She was smirking, like she was enjoying making him chase her.
“Mmh. Well, how can I help you make a decision?” He wanted to lean in to kiss her, or to just grab her and take her right to New York. It took all he had not too, but he wanted this to be her choice.
She dropped the eye contact and was silent.
“Hey,” he used his fore finger and thumb to lift her chin up to him. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”
“What’s your last name?” she asked thoughtfully.
He chuckled. “Luchese.”
“Lucian Luchese.” She tested out the name like she was trying to see how she felt about it.
“Is that all that’s bothering you, bella?”
“No.” she replied. “What exactly do you do Lucian Luchese?” His name on her lips was exquisite, but he couldn’t help but wince at the question.
“Bella, you know.”
She moved closer, her lips nearly touching his. “I want to hear it from you.” She whispered.
He nodded. “The let’s go somewhere else.”
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Lucian unlocked the door for his penthouse suite and let Adelina in first.
He watched her as she kicked off her converse and padded around the suite in her bare feet.
He could get used to this.
“So,” Adelina swiped a finger across a painting of roses.
“So.” Lucian repeated.
“Your business?”
“What do you want to know?” he asked pouring himself a glass of whiskey.
“Everything.”
He chuckled. “Drink with me, bella?”
She eyed him skeptically. “Are you trying to get me into bed again? No.”
He chuckled. “I promise, I’ll be a gentleman.” He smiled offering her a matching glass of whiskey.
“Fine.” She took a gulp from the glass. “Uh,” she groaned as it burned her throat.
“Careful, bella, that’s a $500 bottle of whiskey, it’s meant to be sipped.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s too much money for alcohol that burns so much.”
He laughed deeply. “I suppose so.”