Flesh: Part Eleven (The Flesh Series Book 11) Read Free Page A

ever became successful at anything with
his lack of punctuality is a mystery to me.
    Eventually, I get
tired of posing for his entry. I let out an exasperated breath
towards the ceiling and put my hands on my hips, briefly leaning my
forehead against the cool wood of the cross. Almost the second that I
do, I draw away, thinking about how many sweaty bodies have been
pinned up against it. Disgusting.
    Finally, I hear the
sound of the door knob turning. My body tenses, and I quickly
reposition myself to look purposeful, though it seems more artificial
than natural. I forgot how to act natural the second that I realized
how real this situation is, that I'm finally going to face Lucian and
tell him off for everything he's done to me.
    “ Good
evening.” His deep voice sends a shiver rolling down my spine.
    He
doesn't recognize me. At least, the way he's speaking to me is
indicative of that. So professional, so controlled. I'm about to
unravel him completely. Take that thick thread of certainty he's
holding onto and rip it wide open.
    “ Good
evening, Lucian.” I spin on my heels to face him.
    Priceless.
This was exactly what I wanted. His perfect expression falters for a
moment. There's a flash of nervousness behind his eyes, but he
quickly recovers. It's too late. I saw it there. I saw that he's
shaken.
    “ Amy.
What a pleasant surprise.” He drags his tongue across his
bottom lip. I can't help but wonder if his mouth became as dry as
mine did the second his eyes landed on me.
    “ Is
it?” I subtly lift my eyebrow, trying to control the bitchiness
in my voice. I don't want him to see how hurt I am. Not yet.
    “ It
pleases me greatly that you'd be open to delving deeper into
my...interests.” A warmth comes to his heavenly blue eyes, and
his lips quirk into a smirk, the kind that makes my body heat up from
my overwhelming attraction to him.
    He
looks all the part of a Dom in black leather pants and a matching
double-breasted vest. His arms are firm with muscle, his chest
peeking out from under the vest. He's a picture of Dominant
perfection. Exquisitely put together like sexual divinity in the
flesh.
    I
feared that this intense pull toward him might happen. My only
defense against it is getting down to business before he has a chance
to put his hands on me. I have to remember what he's done to my
heart. What he does to my heart. How careless and horrible he is.
There aren't enough good looks and big dicks in the world to make up
for that.
    “ I
fear you're mistaken, Sir. I'm not here for that.” I cross my
arms over my chest.
    “ Is
that so?” His smirk broadens. It's very obvious that he doesn't
believe me. Even more obvious that he thinks he's going to seduce me
out of my wits. He takes a step forward, and I hold my hands out,
hoping to keep distance between us.
    “ That
is so.” I take a deep breath and avert my eyes, not wanting to
look at him any longer. “I came to find out what gives.”
    “ What
gives?” he says the words one at a time as if they're not even
English.
    “ Yes,
what gives? You don't return my texts. You haven't answered my
emails.” I count his transgressions on my fingers. “I
haven't heard hide nor hair from you since we picked out the
furniture for your bedroom.”
    “ I've
been busy, Amy.” I can hear the frown in his voice.
    “ Busy?
Busy! Really, Lucian?” I quirk my head back. “Busy is
when you get backed up for a night and can't respond to me until the
next morning. You haven't been busy. You've been completely
unresponsive.”
    He
approaches me, and I cower against the cross, hating myself for
showing vulnerability, especially since there's no point in it.
Nothing is going to stop him from doing what he wants. Nothing ever
has.
    He
reaches out to take me by the shoulders, and I slap one of his hands
as hard as I can before recoiling. By some miracle, he gets the hint
and drops his arms to his sides, giving me a quizzical look.
    “ I'm
glad that you're here, Amy.” He