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Lucas remained hovering over her. “I’ve got a shower. With a bench.”
“Oooh, a bench. So impressed.”
Like he had practically lifted her off the kitchen stool, he now practically dragged her off his bed on the way to his master suite. “You will be when we’re done.” He didn’t give her an estimate as to when that would be. As it turned out, he expected them both to be good and pruned by the time they got out of there.
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Sarah sat on the edge of his bed wearing a large band T-shirt he loaned her. She hadn’t bothered to put her underwear back on, although she considered putting on all of her clothes and heading home. She didn’t intend to spend the night. Not with work in the morning.
“Why so pensive?” He stood next to her, shirtless and wearing black drawstring sweatpants. They were loose enough to hang beneath his Adonis line. “Thinking about that tea I promised you earlier?”
She glanced up at him before looking away again. Even when he tucked her stray hair behind her ear, she remained motionless. “Thinking about tomorrow.”
“Ah. Worried about how we’ll act around each other?”
“No.” That wasn’t what she had been thinking about at all. “Simply wondering if I have to do certain things for my job tomorrow.” Like going to the manor in the Hills. Last thing she wanted to do after a night like tonight was go see the man that fucked her up to begin with.
“You mean going to see Russell? I thought that was Alisha’s job.”
Sarah turned her head. “That’s not what I’m…”
“Relax.” Lucas wandered away. “I know all about it.”
Were there colors in the room? Because Sarah suddenly couldn’t see anything but a hot white light of rage. “All aboutwhat?”
Why was he shrugging? Did he think this was funny? “About you and Damon’s father.”
“You what?” She leaped off the bed. “Who fucking told you?”
Lucas turned and crossed his arms. What? Had the urge to fend her off already? “Nobody. I figured it out for myself, based on the drops I cobbled together from here and there. Besides, Damon and his wife have terrible soundproofing in their home. I heard her taking him to task about last week when I was in the other room. I figured it out from there. You, him, clandestine affair that ended terribly… based on some things you’ve said, I’m guessing there was a baby involved.”
Sarah’s weakened knees forced her back on the bed, her face so pale she thought she would be sick. “How could you…”
“I’ve had a lot of things handed to me for being born, Sarah, but I haven’t doubled my family’s fortunes in ten years because I’m stupid.”
No.
Sarah pulled his T-shirt off like a man would – pulled it up over the back of her head and tossed it on the ground. Naked, she collected her clothes and put them on as quickly as possible, all while Lucas watched with only mild curiosity on his face.
“I’ve offended you.”
Sarah wrestled with her twice-damned jeans. A damnation for each pant leg. “Fuck off!”
“I’m sorry.”
She shot him the nastiest look she could muster, which was not difficult with her current level of boiling rage. When his expression did not change, she marched up to him, blouse half on and bra unclasping on its own. “If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t have said a damn thing, let alone pried into my personal life. I bet you’re one of those assholes who gets off on fucking women with crappy histories.”
“Hardly.”
Would it be uncouth to slap a man she had slept with? Because that’s what she was going to…
He caught her wrist the moment her hand came for his cheek.
A standstill commenced. Sarah refused to spare him her burning gaze. Lucas’s grip tightened.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
Sarah attempted to resist. An attempt that began in her brain but quickly lost steam once his lips were on hers again.Fuck off. Go jump in traffic. Never show your face around me again.Thoughts that dissipated from her mind because of one stupid kiss.
