I haven't done anything, and I'm not looking for anything serious." She paused mid-stream, realizing how disjointed her thoughts were. Taking a deep breath, she met his steady gray stare.
"I'm just looking for some healthy adult fun tonight. That's all. Safe fun, though! Safe, healthy adult fun." She nodded, hoping her face wasn't as red as it was hot.
There.
She'd said it.
Cards on the table.
She quickly turned away, averting her gaze from his, but it felt as if an eternity passed before he spoke.
"So—let me get this right. You just want to use me?"
He sounded shocked.
Oh fuck. I've offended him. Damn, damn, damn!
She bit down on her lip hard, hoping that the pain from the tiny bite would counteract the embarrassing tingle that spread across her body. It was unfortunate she couldn’t disappear into thin air.
"Sophie, look at me," he softly commanded. He placed his finger under her chin, tipping it ever so slightly so their eyes met once again.
And then she saw the amused twinkle in his eye and she felt relief.
He was just teasing, he wasn't really offended, she realized gratefully. There was something else in his eyes too, though. Deep gray orbs regarded her thoughtfully, intense in their focus.
She hadn't imagined the heat from earlier.
He moved his head towards hers, stopping only when his lips brushed her ear. "If you want a night with me, I promise you it's one you’ll never forget.”
*****
Coffee.
Sophie lay in bed, head throbbing and throat dry. She needed coffee.
She heard a rustling in the room, and her eyes shot open.
This wasn't her room.
Shooting up in bed, the comforter fell to her waist, and she heard a low whistle from across the room.
"Nice view," Lucas commented, smiling widely as he zipped a small travel case.
Mortified, she yanked the cover up to her chin and slowly slid down into the bed, closing her eyes. He disappeared into another room, and returned, setting a glass of water and a small bottle of aspirin on the nightstand beside her.
She peeled open one eye and peeked at him.
Even in her hungover state, she couldn't help but notice how impossibly handsome he was.
Her heart thumped loudly.
"You should probably take two of these and drink this," he grinned.
She sighed, but she sat up again, this time making sure to pull the cover with her. Shame and guilt overwhelmed her as the previous night came flooding back to her.
Well, most of it, anyway.
"Um, did we—?" she trailed off, not quite wanting to finish the damning question.
He shrugged on a blazer and settled into the armchair adjacent to the bed. Sitting back with a grace that belied his height, he regarded her, his eyes full of amusement.
"I kept trying to convince you to eat last night, but you kept insisting you weren't hungry. We went to the hotel bar to, ah, get you some water. I didn't feel okay letting you go home in a cab like that, so I brought you back to my room."
The way he said it was so nonchalant, she wondered if this was a normal occurrence.
Then words fully sank in, and her face flamed.
"I'm really sorry you felt like you had to take care of me. I promise I'm not a lush," she whispered.
He laughed, but she felt compelled to say something more…since he hadn't. "So, um…did anything—of an, ummm—intimate nature happen between us last night?" Still flushed, she felt so embarrassed, she wouldn't have been surprised if she were sweating.
"Well…you kissed me," he said bluntly.
She could feel herself blushing harder, and her words came out in the barest whisper. "I did?"
He nodded. "Yes. We got into the elevator to come up to my room, and you kissed me right here-" he motioned to his sensual mouth, which was curved into a smirk. She groaned and pulled the cover over her head once more.
"Then?" She hoped he could hear her muffled voice.
Apparently, he did.
"Then we got up to my room, you kicked off your heels, stripped off your jeans and shirt, and crawled into my bed," he said
"I'm just looking for some healthy adult fun tonight. That's all. Safe fun, though! Safe, healthy adult fun." She nodded, hoping her face wasn't as red as it was hot.
There.
She'd said it.
Cards on the table.
She quickly turned away, averting her gaze from his, but it felt as if an eternity passed before he spoke.
"So—let me get this right. You just want to use me?"
He sounded shocked.
Oh fuck. I've offended him. Damn, damn, damn!
She bit down on her lip hard, hoping that the pain from the tiny bite would counteract the embarrassing tingle that spread across her body. It was unfortunate she couldn’t disappear into thin air.
"Sophie, look at me," he softly commanded. He placed his finger under her chin, tipping it ever so slightly so their eyes met once again.
And then she saw the amused twinkle in his eye and she felt relief.
He was just teasing, he wasn't really offended, she realized gratefully. There was something else in his eyes too, though. Deep gray orbs regarded her thoughtfully, intense in their focus.
She hadn't imagined the heat from earlier.
He moved his head towards hers, stopping only when his lips brushed her ear. "If you want a night with me, I promise you it's one you’ll never forget.”
*****
Coffee.
Sophie lay in bed, head throbbing and throat dry. She needed coffee.
She heard a rustling in the room, and her eyes shot open.
This wasn't her room.
Shooting up in bed, the comforter fell to her waist, and she heard a low whistle from across the room.
"Nice view," Lucas commented, smiling widely as he zipped a small travel case.
Mortified, she yanked the cover up to her chin and slowly slid down into the bed, closing her eyes. He disappeared into another room, and returned, setting a glass of water and a small bottle of aspirin on the nightstand beside her.
She peeled open one eye and peeked at him.
Even in her hungover state, she couldn't help but notice how impossibly handsome he was.
Her heart thumped loudly.
"You should probably take two of these and drink this," he grinned.
She sighed, but she sat up again, this time making sure to pull the cover with her. Shame and guilt overwhelmed her as the previous night came flooding back to her.
Well, most of it, anyway.
"Um, did we—?" she trailed off, not quite wanting to finish the damning question.
He shrugged on a blazer and settled into the armchair adjacent to the bed. Sitting back with a grace that belied his height, he regarded her, his eyes full of amusement.
"I kept trying to convince you to eat last night, but you kept insisting you weren't hungry. We went to the hotel bar to, ah, get you some water. I didn't feel okay letting you go home in a cab like that, so I brought you back to my room."
The way he said it was so nonchalant, she wondered if this was a normal occurrence.
Then words fully sank in, and her face flamed.
"I'm really sorry you felt like you had to take care of me. I promise I'm not a lush," she whispered.
He laughed, but she felt compelled to say something more…since he hadn't. "So, um…did anything—of an, ummm—intimate nature happen between us last night?" Still flushed, she felt so embarrassed, she wouldn't have been surprised if she were sweating.
"Well…you kissed me," he said bluntly.
She could feel herself blushing harder, and her words came out in the barest whisper. "I did?"
He nodded. "Yes. We got into the elevator to come up to my room, and you kissed me right here-" he motioned to his sensual mouth, which was curved into a smirk. She groaned and pulled the cover over her head once more.
"Then?" She hoped he could hear her muffled voice.
Apparently, he did.
"Then we got up to my room, you kicked off your heels, stripped off your jeans and shirt, and crawled into my bed," he said
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