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He pulls me to stand in front of him, his eyes roaming appreciatively down my dripping form. “You never bother me, Dame.”
Warmth washes over me with the way his eyes glitter. We spent last night polite enough to each other but avoiding conversation. He read his script on the opposite end of the couch until the late hours of the night. I woke in his arms as he carried me to bed. He lay me down gently, kissing me softly before drawing the covers over me. Our eyes met and held until he pulled away. It was as if he was trying to tell me something.
He turns me now to face the mirror and slides his hands around my abdomen. He doesn’t have to say a word with the longing in his eyes.
“I really need to go.” It’s the truth, but I avert my gaze so I can’t see the disappointment in his face. It comes across in his tone instead. “Where are you going?”
I have to lie. Have to.
“I just want to pick up a few bottles and test them out before my meeting with Yanni.”
That part was truthful. I hadn’t kept current with the new labels, and I had a lot of catching up to do.
“Yanni?”
“Yanni Renaut, he’s the one who sent the bottle. I don’t know why he wants to use me instead of trusting his palate, but I’m excited.”
“It’s because you’re good at what you do,” he says, a pensive look on his face.
“Yeah, well if my success is based on my husband’s taste in wine…” We share a short-lived inside grin.
“So, why is Amanda texting you that she’s on her way?”
Dammit.
I look to see my phone flash with the incoming message I didn’t acknowledge when she answered me back.
Busted and ashamed, I lower my gaze. “I’m going to help her clean out Blake’s apartment.”
His eyes flare. “You weren’t going to tell me?”
I lift my head, looking directly at him. He’s so beautiful, especially when he’s pissed. There’s something so supremely sexy about a man when he’s at his worst temperament, his standoff demeanor makes me want to get closer to the fire. It’s a bad habit being attracted to him this way, but Lucas is the master of angry fucking.
Was I going to tell him? “No, I wasn’t.”
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“Well, that’s just fucking fantastic, wife. You know there will be cameras there. Did you really think you would be able to keep this from me?”
“I hoped I would,” I admit honestly.
His jaw sets, and I can’t help but take a step forward for some of that heat. He angles his head away from my touch and then steps away from me completely.
“Lucas, I didn’t know how you would feel about it, and Amanda needs the help.”
“Do you care how I feel about it now?” he asks, peeling off his clothes.
“Yes.”
“I’m fine with it,” he says with a sigh, surprising me.
“And?”
“And nothing.” He shrugs. “Help her. She needs it. She needs…someone.”
“Is there anything you want?” I ask. “You know…of his things?”
He slowly shakes his head.
