Page 2 of Lucian's Soul

Closing his eyes, he brought up the image of his mate. Her hair was a light chestnut brown, the strands that had fallen from her tight bun long and wavy. Her skin was creamy porcelain white. Her eyes were big brown pools that showed every emotion. Her body had him drooling and eager to find her. She had a Coke bottle body shape, full up the top coming in and flaring out again. She was roughly five-six, maybe seven. She was perfect for Lucian and he couldn’t wait to find her and learn more.

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When she’d arrived at work on Monday after her much needed restful weekend, Greg had been furious with her and threatened to let her go that day. She had begged for her job and told him she would do better, but didn’t tell him she hadn’t dropped the assessment off because she walked in on Lucian with three women. Greg had caved, but only because he’d been praised for doing great work. Tessa was an idiot and Greg was a dick, but if he took credit for her work again she was going to bury him alive.

The week seemed to just get worse. A lot of employees were on edge and snappy; supposedly Lucian Samson was on the warpath. Looking at the computer screen in front of her, the image blurred and she saw herself kicking Greg’s arse into the snow. Tessa groaned because she knew she could never hurt anyone, fuckwit or not. She reminded herself tonight was Friday and she had two days to relax again. At least, she hoped she could relax. Ever since she’d seen Lucian and heard his deep sexy voice, Tessa hadn’t been getting much sleep. Her dreams were filled with fantasies that had Tessa waking with want and need. Lucian holding her in his embrace as he worshipped her body. Lucian sweeping her off her feet and making slow, sensual love to her. Lucian rubbing suntan oil on her and being her personal cabana man. She tried satisfying herself with her vibrator, her finger, anything, but nothing worked.

Since she wasn’t sleeping, Tessa had come to work early all week so she wouldn’t have to stay back again like last Friday. Today she hadn’t been as lucky. Glancing out the frost-covered window, Tessa turned back to the screen to check the time—seven-fifteen. Great, she had stayed over two hours, longer than what she would be paid for again. Cursing Greg for the millionth time, she sighed and started double-checking her work so she could save it and turn off the computer. Rubbing her eyes, she blinked as everything went black.

“No, no, no. Please don’t do this to me. God, Jesus, anybody who is listening, I will do anything if you turn the power back on so I haven’t lost a thing.” She banged her head on the desk, closing her eyes and praying when she opened them it would all be a bad dream, or the power would have come back on. Slowly straightening up and opening her eyes, she moaned as pitch black met her. “I’m cursed.” She stood and gazed out the window, looking to see if the streetlights were out.

“I wouldn’t say you were cursed. I know cursed people and you aren’t one of them.”

Tessa screamed and jumped from her seat as a masculine voice she knew well from her dreams spoke.

Turning to Lucian Samson, the star in all her fantasies this last week, Tessa prayed he hadn’t heard her ranting to herself. Thanks to the frost glistening on the sills and the moonlight through the window behind her, she could see him. Not that Tessa needed to see him, as his image was permanently entrenched in her brain. She’d looked him up when she’d gotten home last weekend and found that he was six-four with bright sky blue eyes and a perfect muscular body encased in olive brown skin. He was her ideal dream man and way out of her league.

Clearing her suddenly dry throat, she whispered, “Mr. Samson, I didn’t know anyone else was here.”

Lucian strolled into her boss’s office and she took several steps backward until she felt her back hit the window. “Call me Lucian. Mr. Samson makes me sound old, and I don’t want you to think of me as old.”

She bit her lip to hold in the groan that almost slipped at his proximity. Mmm, if he only knew she saw him as many things, but old was not one of them. Images of last night’s fantasy, where he was her naked cabana man applying suntan lotion to her body, flashed before her eyes.

When the images stopped, she stared into lust-filled blue eyes only a breath away from her. “I’ve been watching you. Why did you run from me when I told you to stay the other night?”

Tessa froze as his hand came up and slowly traced her lips, then trailed down her body in a leisurely caress. What did he mean when he’d told her to stay the other night? Surely, he wasn’t talking about last Friday when she walked in on him with three women?

“You’re mine. I can’t get you off my mind. I’ve waited centuries for you. I’ve been watching you all day, and every time you bend over my mind and…other things go into overdrive.”

Tessa let out a gasp at his words. “I’m dreaming.” She had to be, there was no way Lucian Samson was coming onto her. “Shit, I’ve fallen asleep over the computer.”

Lucian chuckled. “No, Tessa, you most definitely are not.”

A squeak of surprise left her as hands inched up, loosening her shirt, and his lips came down on hers. His mouth ravaged hers and her body came alive. His hands glided over her body and his touch left burning trails of fire. Tessa had never felt anything like this before. She needed this to stop. She needed to get away. This was her boss’s boss. This was Lucian Samson, bad boy billionaire. This was the Lucian she’d seen last Friday with three women.

Mustering all her strength, Tessa pushed at Lucian’s chest and tore her mouth from his. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. It couldn’t be when I barged in on you with three women.”

Snarling, Lucian let her go. She heard the snarky lilt to her voice and knew she had to get out of there before she lost her job, if she hadn’t already. Tessa was amazed at how she was acting toward a man she barely knew.

“Don’t. You can’t leave. I won’t let you.” Lucian’s voice sounded harsh and gravelly.

Gulping, Tessa moved further away from Lucian. “I can leave. You have to let me.” Reaching under the desk and keeping her gaze as much as possible on Lucian, she got her bag.

“Let me make love to you.”

Wait? What? He can’t be serious?She stared up into his beautiful face. “No.”

“Yes.”

“Um…No.”

His eyes narrowed in clear frustration and disbelief. She studied him as a flash of pain and vulnerability passed over his face, making him look softer, more approachable. “Please.”

Oh, God, how was she going to resist? His face looked like that of an angel. His pleading eyes were pulling on her heart and she wondered how many people he had ever saidpleaseto. She bet she could count them on one hand. He may be the best looking man she’d ever seen, he may star in every one of her dreams and make her body burn, but she needed to stay strong.

“We can’t do that. Not only are you my boss, but I can’t have sex with you because I don’t know you. That’s just a starter, what if the condom breaks? What if you have a disease, or what if I get pregnant? I’m not on the Pill. This is a bad idea. I’m sure there are plenty of other women who would gladly have you.”

“You can’t leave me.” He sounded broken and desperate.

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