Page 34 of Sweet Spot

“Shit. Is that right?”

“No. But in all likelihood, I will hate you,” I said, pushing past him to go into the living room. “I’ll probably nosedive into panic about my career and go another three years without sex. And this time, I’ll blame it on you.”

“Jesus Christ,” Lukas laughed. “No knocking then. Four days of quiet.”

“Starting now,” I added, gathering his clothes from the living room floor. Returning to the kitchen, I thrust the pile in his arms and pushed him swiftly toward the door. “That should be it. Now you gotta go.”

“You’re not going to let me get dressed first?” he grinned down at me.

“You can afford a three-second walk of shame.”

“Fine. But you don’t get to look at my ass on my way out.”

“Yeah, well I don’t want to,” I said, my laugh dangerously close to a giggle. Then before the bastard could charm me any further, I opened the door and pushed him right out.

12

LUKAS

There was a stupid grin on my face as I pushed through the revolving doors of Hoult Tower. I was an hour late for work but I wasn’t thinking about it. It was still a good morning – even despite the promise I’d just made to Lia.

Four days. No contact.

It sounded like hell already but the last thing I wanted was to be another asshole on that woman’s shit list. I wasn’t done with her yet. I’d gotten more than a good taste of her last night but I wanted more.

I wanted to touch and feel her again but I also just wanted to see her. I wanted to see her nail that meeting. It was partially self-serving since I knew I had no chance of taking her out again if she didn’t get the deal, but I also wanted to see the girl catch a break already. She was probably fucking adorable with a giant smile on her face and nothing to worry about. And as far as I could tell, she deserved it.

“Jesus. Someone got laid last night.”

I smirked before even turning to confirm Julian following me into the elevator. I watched as he hit ‘door close’ while making eye contact with some poor bastard running toward us to get in.

“See, these are the mornings that I hate working in your building. There’s nothing worse than starting your day with a smug billionaire.”

“I’m just noting the good mood you’re obviously in.”

“Right.”

“You look like you just got named prom queen.”

“Fuck off,” I laughed.

Julian faced forward with a grin. “Hey, doesn’t hurt to chip a little ice off your heart. Pretty soon you could be like Emmett – stupid and happy. Like a Golden Retriever.”

“Shoot me if I ever get as chipper as him.”

“You have my word,” Julian said, straightening the knot on his tie. “I take it you’re seeing her tonight?”

“Lia?”

“Who else would I be talking about? She’s all that’s been coming out of your mouth lately. It’s fucking bizarre.”

“Well, you’ve seen her.”

“I have. She’s hot,” Julian said. I laughed in surprise. It was a two-word admission but coming from Julian, it was a miracle. In terms of dating, my standards were high but his were astronomical. Borderline offensive. In all fairness, he harbored a pretty inhuman addiction to work so as far as women went, only the one percent had a shot at tempting him out of the office. He sucked a breath between his teeth and shook his head to make it clear that Lia fell within that group. “You’re just lucky you saw her first.”

“Again, fuck off. And don’t ask me about her till the end of the week. She has to write up a proposal for some big meeting on Friday so I’m barred from distracting her in any way till then.”

Julian looked impressed. “Damn. Really does sound like my kind of woman.”