Lukas’s laugh was curt. “Oh, but she’s actually one of those rare finds that pulls off cute and sexy at the same time,” he said low, barely loud enough for me to hear. “And trust me, my cock’s been hard as a rock since the second I laid eyes on her tonight but I’m trying out the gentleman thing for once,” he added, his voice an irritated rasp. “That enough detail for you to head home now or would you like to hear about how fucking perfect her tits are? ‘Cause I could go on and on.”
My jaw fell into my lap. And in seconds, Noelle was gone, her angry heels clacking audibly down the hall even after Lukas closed the door. My heart hammering, I waited another ten seconds, giving Noelle time to exit the building before I got up and flew downstairs, making a beeline for the door that Lukas leaned tiredly against. He exhaled a breath that was half-groan upon spotting me.
“Something tells me you’re displeased.”
I meant to ignore his dry remark but I couldn’t help myself. “Yeah – sorry I’m not completely charmed that
you went into pretend-detail about having sex with me just to get rid of some poor girl.”
“Poor girl she is not, but do enlighten me on how I went into detail about having sex with you. If I recall correctly, I admitted to my dick being in my pants all night.”
“Well, I didn’t need to hear you talk so explicitly about everything else,” I snapped.
“What did I say?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going to repeat it just so you can hear me say bad words.”
“‘Bad words’? What are we, five?”
“Fine.” I crossed my arms and stared in disbelief at him. “I didn’t need to hear all about how hard you were or how… how…”
His lips turned up in a wicked grin. “How perfect I think your tits are?”
“Oh my God,” I said in his face as I physically pushed him off the door to let myself out. Holy shit. Mistake, I swallowed hard. Never ever touch his abs again, I scolded myself, dizzy over how absurdly hard his muscles just felt under my palms.
“Right, well, see you around,” Lukas called humorously down the hall. My heart slammed as I fought back the urge to respond or so much as look back. And I succeeded, but the second I was out the door of the townhouse, my fingers flew to send Sara the rare all-caps text.
ME: HE IS AS BAD AS I THOUGHT AND YOU OWE ME 10000 CABS!!! POUR TWO GLASSES OF WINE I’LL BE THERE IN 10!!!!
3
LUKAS
I leaned back in my chair, staring out the window into reception.
It’s a two-way mirror, I wanted to tell the new girl.
It was her first day and my guess was that she’d yet to catch on to the architecture at the office, considering she checked her reflection in front of me repeatedly – everything from her teeth to her cleavage before knocking on my door with yet another question she could’ve Googled. To be fair, I usually had patience for that kind of thing. There was generally nothing annoying about an attractive woman leaning over my desk to point at a memo she didn’t actually want me to look at. Eyes on tits – that was the sole purpose of those visits and I rarely minded playing along.
But my interest was low today.
Twelve hours later and I was still a fucking animal thinking about that painfully sexy neighbor of mine. I hadn’t stopped since last night. Her image was already seared into my brain, starting with the one I got when she first opened the door – dripping wet and barely fucking dressed. I was lucky her brown eyes locked right onto mine or the first thing I’d have looked at were her tits. They were unreal even before they started bouncing for me as she jiggled that key in my door.
Fuck, what a view that was.
I couldn’t get enough of that memory – Lia wrestling my lock with such fire and fury that she didn’t care about her robe falling open again. The girl hated me enough to nearly expose herself while trying to get rid of me. Technically unfortunate but also the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. All I could think of as I watched her was pinning her body up on the wall, ripping that robe wide open and sucking on her nipples till she begged to be fucked.
“Christ,” I groaned aloud. As if sensing my dick was hard, my assistant suddenly knocked.
“Everything okay in here?” Noelle asked, cocking her blonde head at me.
“Everything’s fine,” I answered as she sat her tight ass at the edge of my desk, crossing one long leg over the other. She rarely ever came in without pulling that move and I rarely ever stopped myself from watching her skirt ride up her thighs. But as the case had been all morning, I had trouble keeping interest.
“Stressed out?” Noelle frowned. “You’ve seemed off all morning. Are you worried about Tess?”
I studied her, hoping she remembered nothing of last night so we could bypass that conversation. “She’s in good hands right now so, no. No more than usual.”
“Good,” Noelle murmured, her blue eyes drifting out my window. She was a childhood friend of my sister’s. It was the only reason I hired her. Three years and a hundred desk fucks later, I was beginning to regret it, though not enough to fire her. It was my fault for repeatedly mixing business with pleasure and Noelle was a good asset to have when clients needed a pretty girl to coax them into putting down the offer, even if the house was a million or ten out of the budget. Business-wise, she made perfect sense.