Page 15 of Lukas

Chapter Six

“What the helldo you think this means?” Reina grimaced as the words flew out of her mouth, her hands waving around the package Lukas had sent her as if they had a mind of their own.

She’d meant to handle this more coolly and calmly. She’d dressed impeccably businesslike with her trim black pants, plum-colored blouse, and fitted blazer. Work heels completed the ensemble, and she knew she looked like what she was: a professional woman who knew what she was doing.

Right up until the gorgeous sight of him—looking so businesslike himself behind his desk—had completely thrown her for a loop. Lukas had stood politely, nodding at his receptionist—a tiny, gorgeous redhead—who had escorted Reina in and then left quietly, closing the door behind her.

He had the nerve to be grinning. “And good afternoon to you too, Reina. So good to… see you again.”

His eyes flickered down her body for just the briefest of seconds, but she knew. Knew he was replaying every detail of what had happened on Sunday. Touching her. Making her moan in desire. Scream at his command.

And there wasn’t a damn thing she could do except remember too. Her nipples hardened against her bra, and she was beyond thankful she hadn’t worn a thin, lacy one like she normally did. Thick push-up for the win.

She glanced around his office, which was in the upper floors of Triple Threat. Reina had been kept in the empty dance club until Lukas was ready to see her and then had been escorted by a guard in a suit upstairs before being delivered to Gorgeous Redhead.

Definitely no time to snoop around and look for the server room.

“I see you got my gift.” He gestured to the box in her hands.

“Yes, and I would’ve returned it to you yesterday, but evidently the Rinaldi brothers don’t have to work every day like we commoners do.”

Eyebrow raised, Lukas gestured for her to sit in one of the chairs across from his desk. She shook her head sharply. There was no way she could sit right now. He remained standing too.

“Yes, well, actually Tuesday is one of my normal days off. Because I own a night club, I tend to work most weekends, so my days off are a little more unorthodox. Usually Tuesdays and Thursdays are when I’m not here. Though I’m very sorry I missed you.”

Which made perfect sense. Reina gritted her teeth. She wasn’t normally such a bitch. Just everything about this man—from his dark good looks, charming smile, and large body that made her own five-foot-nine frame feel delicate and feminine—made her uncomfortable. Add that to the fact that he’d touched her more intimately than anyone ever had in her entire life, plus still needing to figure out some way to sneak into his server room…

Yeah, completely off balance. As someone who’d always prided herself on her control, her neutrality to damn near everything, this situation was disconcerting to say the least.

“That’s understandable, I guess,” she admitted, albeit with not nearly as much grace as she should.

“Let’s talk about Sunday, Reina.”

“Wh-what about it?”

“Deeper Threat, our basement club, is very private. Certainly, you can understand that after the glimpse you got. People are not just allowed in without escort. How did you know about it?”

She shook her head. “I-I didn’t.” That was true. She’d had no idea about the sex club beneath the dance club. “I was at Triple Threat, just checking it out. I’d heard about it.”

His eyes narrowed. “You were there by yourself?”

Oh, hell. That did seem suspicious, didn’t it? What woman went to a dance club by herself?

She shrugged. “I haven’t been back in town long. I haven’t really reconnected with anyone.” She’d never planned to return to New Orleans, so keeping in touch with old friends hadn’t been a priority.

Lukas was studying her. “I was up in Triple Threat earlier that night but didn’t see you. I was talking to your uncle, as a matter of fact. Does Peter know about the other club? Did he send you?”

Her teeth clenched at her uncle’s name. “I don’t take orders from Peter for anything.”

“You’re not working with him and Torres Software?”

She had to tread carefully. “No, I am not a Torres Software employee. And no, I don’t have any reason to think anyone knows about your dirty little club downstairs.”

“So how did you get there?”

“I got lost. The music was loud, I was a little tired. I thought I was just finding a quiet spot.”

He didn’t believe her, she could tell, but at least he wasn’t suspecting that she’d been trying to find and break into the server room.

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