Page 3 of Come to Me
Luke knew I was dreading potential interruptions. BetweenModel Citizentaking off and my last film winning an Independent Spirit Award, I'm recognizable. Every few days, someone stops me to offer a compliment or, if I'm really lucky, a criticism of the show.
But not tonight.
Tonight it's only us.
Luke grins at my reaction. "I promised you'd like it."
I shake my head.
"I never doubted you."
The light from the windows falls over him. He looks so sharp in his black suit and royal blue tie, his dark hair falling in soft waves.
He had to wear a suit for work, but he doesn't usually go all out. I know it's for me.
"Stop objectifying me," he teases.
I sigh.
"But you look so good."
His eyes pass over my body. "You're not so bad yourself." He leans closer, his fingers on my upper back, his breath on my ear. "You know that's my favorite dress."
"Oh, this old thing?" I ask with mock coyness. It's a very sexy dress--smooth blue silk that clings to my curves.
Especially my chest.
"God damn, Alyssa. You are going to pay for wearing that."
I suppress a shiver at the heat in his eyes.
No one has ever made me feel sexier.
My response is more than a little breathy.
"I'm looking forward to it."
He pulls my chair out for me and sits across from me. There's a candle in the middle of the table, casting a soft light.
"I can't believe it's been a year," he marvels, his expression wondering.
"Me either."
It feels like the time flew right by.
"It's been the best year of my life."
"Me too," I agree. He's just... the best. So much more than I could have expected. "I just wish we didn't have to spend so much time apart."
"Yes." He offers his hand, and I take it. "I hate it too." He leans in closer. "I fantasize about just coming with you when you leave."
"You have a business to run," I murmur, wishing he could.
He shrugs.
"Sure. But it would be so much more fun to just say 'fuck it'. To quit and spend my life traveling the world with you."
"You'd get bored," I try next, my smile wider.
