Page 101 of Come to Me
"Thanks.I'll see you next week." I turn to leave.
Luke offers his hand and I hold on for dear life as we walk out of the dinner from hell.
At least it's over.
* * *
I stewon the ride back to the apartment.
For once, Luke knows better than to ask what's wrong. It's painfully obvious.
That was a bullshit ambush.
The cab pulls up to the apartment building and I'm out the door before Luke can swipe his credit card through the machine.
"Ally, wait," he calls out from the cab.
I keep walking like I can't hear him. He'll be in the lobby soon enough, in the same tiny elevator.
My knees go weak. Being in an elevator alone with Luke would be hot as hell under other circumstances.
I look back towards the cab. He's already out, on the pavement, making his way to the building.
Even in his suit, he looks stronger. Like he's spent the last three months at the gym, somehow improving his already perfect physique.
I press the elevator button. Faster. Come faster.
The doors of the elevator slide open and I step inside, making no attempts to hold or close the doors.
It's not like he'll reward my efforts by pressing me against the mirrored walls and ripping off my clothes.
Luke steps inside the elevator. His eyes find mine. His expression is intense. Like he's angry.
But I've never seen him angry. Not really.
The doors slide shut behind him, but he doesn't turn to press the button for our floor. He takes another step towards me, his eyes still on mine.
I press my back into the mirrored wall. "I don't want her at the wedding."
He shakes his head. "Fine. But this is the first time you've even spoken about the wedding without me bringing it up."
"So?" Even through my coat, the wall is hard behind me. Cold.
Luke moves closer. His crotch connects with mine. Then his chest. Then his fingers are on my neck. My chin. My cheek.
"You're killing me with this."
"I know." I shrink back, but I have no room to move, to do anything but feel him pressed against me.
He shifts his hips, pressing me against the wall. I shudder, wrapping my arms around his waist so I won't fall.
"Luke..." My voice is soft, almost helpless. I close my eyes. Maybe I can forget everything but how his body feels against mine.
"I'm sorry she ambushed you," he murmurs.
I blink my eyes open. He's still staring at me like I'm the most interesting thing he's ever seen. My stomach flip flops.
I dig my fingers into the hard fabric of his blazer, until I can nearly feel the warmth of his skin underneath it. "You've barely talked to me since last time you were here." My voice is a whisper.
