Page 17 of Green Flag
His eye contact was intense. “Some things are worth the risk.”
He gestured at our entanglement.
“Well, now, I’m honoured,” I laughed.
My body oozed with tension. My heart was beating faster than usual and I prayed that my face only felt hot and didn’t look it.
To distract myself from his ever-piercing gaze, I ordered us a shot of tequila each.
The bartender pulled out some shot glasses and we downed them, both careful to use the hands that weren’t connected.
I wasn’t much of a big drinker. Not until I hit twenty. Now I swallowed tequila like water.
“You could lose your contract if you’re caught touching me, Luca Mendes.”
His face brightened at the danger, his finger started to run up the side of my hand, past my wrist and up my arm.
I pulled his hand to my bare knee. “If you’re going to touch me somewhere, at least make it somewhere my dad would disagree with wholeheartedly.”
“Is that right?” he asked, but his touch didn’t stay still. He stroked my skin.
Which would easily be seen by the rest of the… empty bar. There was no one else here now. The couple had gone and the smoke had cleared.
“Your knee?”
I shuffled down my seat, an inch or two closer to him. “There are plenty of other places you could touch,” I said, voice lowering as I leaned closer. “Places that are a little more fun.”
He straightened, eyes on mine as we sat parallel. Without looking away, he grabbed the whiskey and downed it. “You want fun? Nothing against your dad?”
“I want fun,” I said. “I haven’t hadfunin so long.”
Luca smirked. “If you call me Daddy.”
I almost spat out my drink, but I knew he wasn’t serious when I saw his full grin, dimples cutting deep lines in his cheeks.
“I’ll call you whatever you want,” I promised, parting my legs slightly so his strokes could travel higher. “As long as it’s good.”
“It’ll be very good, Everly,” he said.
It was the first time he cast an actual shiver down my back, because at the same time, his touch travelled further up my thigh to the hem of my skirt. “Whatever you want. Just to blow off some steam.”
“Some steam, yeah,” I agreed, my voice already somewhat breathy.
“Your room or mine?”
“Yours,” I said without thinking. “Yours.”
“The bottle, please,” Luca asked and, with a wave of my dad’s room key, we took the top-shelf whiskey with us.
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Chapter 4
Everly
In the lift, we stood on opposite sides of the small space. Through the mirrors, I could see my hooded, lustful gaze roaming over him. I’d never wanted to rip off someone’s clothes so quickly.
His eyes darkened, his intentions clear as he stared at me, breathing like an animal trying to restrain himself.
