Page 53 of Anything To Be With You

I didn’t realize I had that big of an affect in this office. I walk with Carrie towards Luke’s office. I sit behind my desk and turn on the computer opening my emails and only find the ones from Monday.

He never sent anything new.

She?

Dani

Luke hasn’t left his office since I got in. He has been getting Carrie to relay messages and bring in any paperwork that I finish for him. I got all dressed up, did my hair and makeup, and for what? He hasn’t even come out to piss.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what Luke said. Ever since I talked to Erin, it has been on repeat. Those words, said in his deep voice had heat pooling between my thighs.

I stare at my computer screen, the cursor blinking next to the last word I wrote, getting lost in my thoughts.

From the moment I saw you sitting by Carrie’s desk, you undid me. I think about you all hours of the day and night. Of all the dirty things I want to do to you with my mouth, fingers, and dick. Here and in my bed. Has me wanting you in a way I have never wanted any woman before. You burrowed under my skin and made camp there.

I close my eyes and drop my head on the desk. Banging it on the wood, I try to scramble his words.

"He feels awful."

I lift my head to find Carrie perched on the edge of my desk. "Well, he should." I glance around to make sure no one’s in ear shot. "Do you know what he said to me in his office?"

"He told me later that day. I have never heard Luke talk like that before."

I drop my head in my hands. "God," I groan mortified. I want to slide under the desk and stay there until this all blows over. Carrie pulls my hands away from my face and grins.

"You should talk to him," Carrie says and holds up a hand as soon as I open my mouth to reply. "Hear me out. He feels like a complete ass. He thought he lost you, that's why he sent the flowers. It was his way of apologising for making you feel uncomfortable."

"A simple 'I’m sorry' would’ve been good enough for me." I blow out a breath. "I also shouldn't have ran out the way I did without an explanation. But I panicked. I'm not used to men speaking to me like that."

"Luke is used to spending his money on things to apologise. Sarah would never accept an apology, he always had to buy her something to prove he was sorry. Mainly flowers and jewelry." Carrie informs me.

"Well, I would prefer an actual apology instead of a gift," I say. "Although, it was nice to receive flowers."

Carrie smiles and I now see the family resemblance. They all have the same smile and dimples.

"Guess I should explain myself." Standing from my chair I walk over to his door. I take a deep breath, and knock before walking in.

Luke is sitting behind his desk, hunched over his keyboard. His usually neat desk is covered in papers. His jaw is covered with two-day old stubble, his hair’s a disaster, sticking up in complete disorder like he has been running his fingers through it. His tie is gone, as well as his suit jacket, leaving him in only a charcoal vest and burgundy dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

There is a blanket folded on the arm of the couch with a pillow sitting on top.

"Archer," I call.

His shoulders tense but he doesn’t look up.

"Archer," I try again. Same reaction as before. I drop my hands to my hips and tap my foot. I’m getting irritated. "For fuck sakes Luke, would you look at me. I’m trying to talk to you." I say, using my mom voice.

His head jerks up then and my next breath gets caught in my throat. He’s even more handsome looking like a gigantic clusterfuck than all cleaned up.

"Finally. Jesus. You have selective hearing like Mason." I complain.

Luke straightens from his desk and walks over to where I’m standing. His solid chest raising and falling with hard breaths. I force myself to keep my eyes on his face but with his shirt unbuttoned and the sight of that light chest hair, I can’t help it as they travel down his thick neck, across his broad shoulders and down his solid chest and hard stomach towards his belt.

"Daniella." His voice is gravelly and thick and so sensual that my skin breaks out in goosebumps.

My eyes snap back to his. "I’m not mad at you for what you said," I announce, my face starts to burn as I think back to what he said and how I would love for him to do whatever it is he wants to do to me.

Luke takes a step closer, towering over me and making me feel even shorter than I already am.

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