after meeting with Lucas, my instincts were to run for the hills. That left me in a precarious situation. I wanted to see Lucas again but I needed to see Mr. Capshaw and ask for help. This paper wasn't going to write itself.
“You going to stare at that wall all day?”
That voice snapped me out of my head and I looked up to find Lucas standing there, his arms crossed and a giant grin across his face. My heart fluttered. “What are you doing here?”
Lucas sat down at the table across from me. “You ran out on me last week. I just wanted to check in and see how the paper was going?”
I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eyes. “I'm sorry. It got late and I needed to get back to my dorm.”
Lucas snatched the paper from out in front of me. “So what do we have here?” Lucas grinned and passed my paper back to me. “You still don't have a clue what to write about, do you?”
I looked up and into his eyes. My whole body warmed as I stared into his brown globes. “I've been going through books but can't seem to pick a figure. Any suggestions?”
Lucas smiled. “Of course. How about me?”
I tried to keep a straight face but couldn't hold it. I burst into a fit of laughter that brought the attention of the students sitting around me.
Lucas had a straight face. He wasn't fucking joking.
“You're serious?” I asked.
“I didn't want to scare you away when I met you. But I'm a prince.”
You just scored big, Brooke.
I brought out a pad of paper. “Can I interview you?”
Lucas checked the expensive watch on his wrist. “There's nothing more I'd love, darling. But I have a meeting I need to get to.”
“Can I come with?” I don't know what came over me or where that burst of confidence came from.
Lucas narrowed his eyes at me.
“I promise I won't get in the way.”
“You can't write about what you see.”
I nodded. “You got a deal.” I shook his hand and felt that same spark from before shoot through me.
“Meet me at the pub and we'll leave from there.”
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I came to a row of cars at the pub. John, Charles, Gabriel, and Iain were all there, working on their cars. I couldn't help but say it over and over in my head. Lucas was a prince. Lucas was a prince.
Iain bent over and hugged his knees as he vomited all the whiskey he just consumed.
Gabriel let out a hearty life and slapped Iain on the back causing him to throw up even more.
“Which one is yours?” I asked Lucas.
Lucas pointed to the classic Aston Martin at the end of the line. I'd only seen one of those old Bond movies.
“Ever ridden in one before?”
I shook my head.
“You're going to like it.” Lucas shot me a devil-may-care smile that made me melt into a puddle of desire.
Charles came over and pulled Lucas to the side. “You're taking her along?” They spoke in hushed tones but it was still easy to overhear.
“Yeah, why not?” Lucas whispered.
“She's not family.” Charles glanced over at me and snarled.
“I'm taking her with us. She won't get in the way.”
John pointed at Lucas. “You make sure she keeps her mouth shut. Can't risk ruining this deal.”
Fear bubbled in my chest, raging through my system. Where were they taking me? If it was so dangerous, maybe I shouldn't go. My history paper wasn't more important than my life.
Lucas escorted me to the Aston Martin and opened the door for me. “Don't worry, it'll be fine.”
I smiled. He instantly put me at ease. His strong presence and soft face made me feel safe. I could definitely fall for a guy like this.
Lucas climbed into the driver seat and started the engine. The car rumbled to life. The vibration beneath my thighs was exquisite. “Ready, Brooke?”
My heart pounded in my ears. I'd never felt this excited and scared before. I nodded. I looked for the shoulder seat-belt but