bite the inside of my cheek. An old friend? Not likely.
Lucas doesn’t have female friends. He has lovers.
“Oh, right. Thanks, Max. I’ll take care of it.”
After Max walks away, I try to push some unsavory thoughts of Lucas and this unknown woman out of my head.
Maybe she’s just a business associate? Or better yet, an actual friend?
It’s a possibility, right?
Right??
Chapter 16
Lucas
When I hear a sharp rap on my office door, I figure it’s just Anna and don’t bother to look up.
I wait for her to come and stand by the chair so I can fondle that sweet pussy of hers again and then maybe steal her away for another quickie in the stationary room before we head out to Masa.
But the moment I get a whiff of that perfume – strong, exotic, cheap – I know it’s not Anna.
As soon as I lift my head up and my lock eyes with her, her husky voice sounds through the office.
“Well hello there, Mr. Big Apple,” Monique says, staring down at me with that classic sultry smile.
The only thought running through my mind is what the hell she is doing in New York?!
Anna going to flip her lid if she finds out.
Keeping my voice casual and witty, I rise from my chair. “Monique. What do I owe such a pleasure?”
She gives a wry laugh and comes around the desk to stand by me, her face inches away from mine. “I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d stop by and see if you… needed anything.”
Just what I was dreading: she’s here because she wants to pick up where we left off. But why?
I’m the head of a billion-dollar company and she’s just a prostitute. What could she possibly think was going to happen? That I was going to drop my trousers, right here, right now, and let her blow me all the way this time?
And then the cogs start rotating…
Oh, hell no.
She doesn’t…
She couldn’t… have a thing for me?
“I’ve thought a lot about our last encounter in Vegas,” she continues, “and I’ve decided to throw you a pro-bono, Lucas.”
She says my name in a spicy tone that most men would wilt over.
But I can’t.
I won’t.
I’m in love with Anna.
Love. Shit, Lucas. Now there’s a word you thought you’d never use.
“Monique, as much as I’ve enjoyed our times together, I’m with someone,” I say, my voice soft but blunt.
Something in those fire blue eyes flickers for a moment, but then burns out.
“You know I don’t care about any ‘attachments.’ And right now, I want you, Lucas,” she states with bite and pushes me down onto the chair, hard.
She has strength I’ll give her that.
Before I even have a chance to get up, she climbs on top of me, wrapping her legs around the chair, trapping me in place.
“Monique, this can’t happen. Get off me,” I say with authority but she just laughs and rips open my shirt, the buttons popping all over the desk.
Fuck. If Anna sees this, I’m in the doghouse and potentially for good this time.
But it’s too late.
I look over Monique’s shoulder and see her standing in the door. Pale as a ghost.
“Anna. This is not how it looks. I swear, she just-” I begin to say, but Anna cuts me off.
“You really haven’t changed at all, huh Lucas? You just can’t help yourself,” she snarls, hurt in her eyes.
Shit.
I’m going to lose her if I don’t convince her that I’m telling the truth.
With all the strength I can muster, I grip Monique’s thighs and ply her off me, forcing her to stand.
Shoving her to the side, I stride up to Anna and try to take her face in mine, but she slaps my hands away.
“Don’t touch me!” she snaps, retreating back a few steps.
“Anna, please,” I beg. “Monique just came in here and jumped on me. It wasn’t-”
“Oh, please,” Anna hisses, shaking her head. “This has you written all over it. I knew she couldn’t have been an old friend. You don’t do friends.”
“Anna, I need you to listen to-”
“Did Vegas mean nothing to you,” she interrupts again. “That night
Lucas doesn’t have female friends. He has lovers.
“Oh, right. Thanks, Max. I’ll take care of it.”
After Max walks away, I try to push some unsavory thoughts of Lucas and this unknown woman out of my head.
Maybe she’s just a business associate? Or better yet, an actual friend?
It’s a possibility, right?
Right??
Chapter 16
Lucas
When I hear a sharp rap on my office door, I figure it’s just Anna and don’t bother to look up.
I wait for her to come and stand by the chair so I can fondle that sweet pussy of hers again and then maybe steal her away for another quickie in the stationary room before we head out to Masa.
But the moment I get a whiff of that perfume – strong, exotic, cheap – I know it’s not Anna.
As soon as I lift my head up and my lock eyes with her, her husky voice sounds through the office.
“Well hello there, Mr. Big Apple,” Monique says, staring down at me with that classic sultry smile.
The only thought running through my mind is what the hell she is doing in New York?!
Anna going to flip her lid if she finds out.
Keeping my voice casual and witty, I rise from my chair. “Monique. What do I owe such a pleasure?”
She gives a wry laugh and comes around the desk to stand by me, her face inches away from mine. “I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d stop by and see if you… needed anything.”
Just what I was dreading: she’s here because she wants to pick up where we left off. But why?
I’m the head of a billion-dollar company and she’s just a prostitute. What could she possibly think was going to happen? That I was going to drop my trousers, right here, right now, and let her blow me all the way this time?
And then the cogs start rotating…
Oh, hell no.
She doesn’t…
She couldn’t… have a thing for me?
“I’ve thought a lot about our last encounter in Vegas,” she continues, “and I’ve decided to throw you a pro-bono, Lucas.”
She says my name in a spicy tone that most men would wilt over.
But I can’t.
I won’t.
I’m in love with Anna.
Love. Shit, Lucas. Now there’s a word you thought you’d never use.
“Monique, as much as I’ve enjoyed our times together, I’m with someone,” I say, my voice soft but blunt.
Something in those fire blue eyes flickers for a moment, but then burns out.
“You know I don’t care about any ‘attachments.’ And right now, I want you, Lucas,” she states with bite and pushes me down onto the chair, hard.
She has strength I’ll give her that.
Before I even have a chance to get up, she climbs on top of me, wrapping her legs around the chair, trapping me in place.
“Monique, this can’t happen. Get off me,” I say with authority but she just laughs and rips open my shirt, the buttons popping all over the desk.
Fuck. If Anna sees this, I’m in the doghouse and potentially for good this time.
But it’s too late.
I look over Monique’s shoulder and see her standing in the door. Pale as a ghost.
“Anna. This is not how it looks. I swear, she just-” I begin to say, but Anna cuts me off.
“You really haven’t changed at all, huh Lucas? You just can’t help yourself,” she snarls, hurt in her eyes.
Shit.
I’m going to lose her if I don’t convince her that I’m telling the truth.
With all the strength I can muster, I grip Monique’s thighs and ply her off me, forcing her to stand.
Shoving her to the side, I stride up to Anna and try to take her face in mine, but she slaps my hands away.
“Don’t touch me!” she snaps, retreating back a few steps.
“Anna, please,” I beg. “Monique just came in here and jumped on me. It wasn’t-”
“Oh, please,” Anna hisses, shaking her head. “This has you written all over it. I knew she couldn’t have been an old friend. You don’t do friends.”
“Anna, I need you to listen to-”
“Did Vegas mean nothing to you,” she interrupts again. “That night
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