Page 61 of Devious Lies

“Oh, really? Well, let me tell you right now the answer is no. You fucking won’t be tending bar anywhere else, Baby Girl. I want you right where I can see you. Where I can keep you safe. Got it?”

I hate to admit it, but I feel so relieved.

I mean, I want to be the kind of woman who can handle all her own problems. But mine are a little too big sometimes.

I need and want the protection Luc offers so freely.

Just like I want to keep doing whatever it is we are doing together. I wait as he rounds the car, opens my door, and helps me out.

I bite my lip, feeling a little silly with my borrowed sweatpants that are rolled up three times and my silky tank top.

But Luc looks at me like I’m a bombshell, so I push those feelings of inadequacy away.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he says, and he cups my neck and tugs me towards him.

I lean into his kiss, breathing in his masculine scent and savoring the feel of his strong arms all around me.

“Be good, Baby Girl.”

“Always,” I reply and grin.

Then I walk away, aware that he’s watching every step I take.

My heart feels so full, and I almost don’t see the envelope sitting on my floor.

I bend down to pick it up, but my mind is still stuck on Luc. He’s not at all what I expected him to be.

I mean, he’s every bit as smart as I assumed. But he’s also intense, tender, and attentive.

Like really attentive.

Sure, I never did anything with a man before him. But I read books. And I had toys.

But no romance novel or vibrator ever got me off the way he did.

Luc is like a walking, talking miracle. His whole body is a work of art designed for one thing.

Good goddamn sex.

He is so patient with me. He guides me to heights I never imagined existed. And his words.

The guy I thought was quiet and judgy was a fucking general in the bedroom.

Or bathroom.

Or wherever.

Our escapades the last two days took us all over his luxurious warehouse turned loft home.

Escapades.

What an apt word. Being with him was a sensually erotic adventure I never even hoped for.

My entire body hums whenever I think of him, and those fighter jets inside my stomach go crazy whenever he is near.

I think I’m in love with him.

And it’s with that thought in mind that I open the envelope.

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