Page 31 of Empowered
“But you’ve implied enough already.”
Since when did this turn around on Sarah? “Sorry. Sounds like we’ve both had a misunderstanding.”
“To be fair,” Lucas straightened out his jacket, “if I were in your shoes, I can see where it might be a bigger misunderstanding.”
Finally, Sarah looked at him again. Gone was the overconfidence of a man who was sure he was having a hot date that night.If he thought he was seeing Angel for dinner tonight, he was sorely mistaken.She was simply Sarah. Nothing more, nothing less. Angel was packed away in her walk-in closet and only came out in New York.
Sarah was seriously starting to reconsider Angel’s existence, if this was the kind of punishment she had to look forward to.
“So don’t worry. I won’t tell Damon about any of this. Nor will I make you feel uncomfortable around me, if I can help it.”
Sarah relaxed her tensed-up shoulders. “Thanks for the flowers. I guess.”
“That was very forward and presumptuous of me.” He chuckled. “I should’ve sent just one, hm?”
A smile cracked on Sarah’s face. “Five is a bit overkill, but nothing you billionaires do surprises me anymore.”
“That so?”
“Please. I was the one who arranged Mr. Monroe’s City Hall marriage, almost single-handedly. I’ll have you know he only knew that woman for a few weeks when they got hitched.”
“Ah, yes, I recall. One week he and I are partying in Ibiza, getting wasted on wanton pussy, and a few weeks later he calls me up and says, ‘Oh, by the way, Luke, I’m married now. You should come meet my wife.’”
Should Sarah mention she was there for that party in Ibiza? Granted, she went back to her hotel room before Mr. Monroe got any kind of “wasted,” let alone with women, but she wouldn’t mention it.I also helped that woman get home the next day.Luckily, that woman spoke English. Kinda. Not enough to safely take a cab back to her own hotel by herself, but good enough.
“If you still want to have lunch tomorrow,” Sarah then continued, “that is fine with me.”
“Deal. We shall discuss this mess we have found ourselves in. I’ll give you a complete timeline of my marriage and subsequent divorce until you are most satisfied that I was not cheating on any wife when I was with you.”
Sarah remained silent.
“You’ll tell me what that ‘Angel’ business was all about?”
“I’ll tell you something.”
Lucas approached, his scent, his powerful aura caressing Sarah as if he were a familiar lover.Not that familiar. Just because I know how it feels to have you inside of me…
“Do I make you feel whole again?”
Something sank into the pit of Sarah’s stomach. It was a mixture of apprehension…
…and lust.
Lucas picked up on it instantly. He took another step toward Sarah, his expression changing from satisfied with his current predicament to as fierce – or perhaps fiercer – than when he entered.
“Tell me something now. Otherwise I won’t be able to wait until tomorrow.”
Sarah kept her chin pointed up. “You’ll have to wait.”
“Not even a teaser?”
“Everyone should have something to look forward to on Monday.”
His fingers nicked her chin. Oh, no. Not a touch like that. From the moment he lightly tapped her skin, Sarah burst with that same mighty desire she felt that first night they met in the nightclub.
“Just one taste, Angel.”
She had to take a deep breath before she passed out. Eyes closed, Sarah said, “Angel isn’t here right now.”
