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“Hi,” he laughed.
“Hi again,” I said, my eyes slowly following Lukas’s hand as he hooked a finger into the knot of my robe and pulled. “Nuh-uh,” I shook my head, blushing as I tied it back.
“Fine.” He sucked a breath between his teeth and adjusted his dick. “So. About last night.”
“Thank you for it,” I blurted awkwardly, remembering Sara’s advice and executing it like crap. “I have to get going though.”
“Get going? This is your apartment.”
“I mean I need to get my day started.”
“What do you got today?”
Just thinking about it sobered me up. “A lot,” I said, heading for the kitchen. “I need to write up a business proposal for a potential investor and I need to email some other realtors since the last one I met won’t get back to me anymore.”
Lukas frowned. “Why?”
I looked at him. Because I was too busy thinking about the first time you kissed me to make full sentences when I met her. “I don’t know,” I shrugged as I made my way to the kitchen. “I guess she’s busy.”
“You know I work in real estate right?”
I glanced over the counter at Lukas. His shoulders broadened as he leaned against it. I tore my eyes off them.
“I do know that. I may or may not have Googled you the night I met you. Just to see what the hell I might be dealing with here.”
“Shit,” he grinned. “Well if you saw any headlines about any particularly insane nights I had, it was Emmett’s fault.”
“Is that your go-to move? Blame Emmett?”
“Yes,” Lukas deadpanned, reaching for the coffee tin I was struggling with. He twisted it open easily and handed it back. “To be fair, he’d proudly take all the blame.”
I smirked, spooning four heaping tablespoons into my pour over. “How do you know him and Julian, anyway?” I asked. From what I gathered, Emmett was a party boy. Julian seemed much more quiet and controlled. “They both seem so different from you.”
“Good,” Lukas laughed. “I don’t want to know that I’m any bit like either of them. I met Emmett in college. Julian’s his older brother so I met him shortly after.”
“I see. Where did you go to school?”
“Wharton.”
“Jesus.” I raised my eyebrows.
“What, you thought I was all brawn and no brain?”
“I mean you are a lot of brawn,” I couldn’t help but note as I grabbed my kettle and poured hot water over my coffee. I avoided Lukas’s grin as I remembered how he carried my weight like it was nothing and fucked me against the wall last night. Crap. Stop. None of that, I told myself, quickly changing the subject. “And Emmett went to Wharton too?”
“No. He played football. He was a friend of Cam’s.”
“Ah.” I arched an eyebrow. It wasn’t till I grabbed two mugs off the wall that I realized I’d subconsciously made two cups of coffee. “That reminds me, you still owe me a Cam story.”
Lukas laughed. “I thought you had to get your day started?”
“I will after you tell me what kind of worthless, gold digging bitch Cam is.”
“God, the sound of you berating him gets me kind of hard.”
“Shut up,” I snorted as I grabbed cream from the fridge. “Cream or black?”
“Black,” he answered as I slid his cup of coffee across the counter. He gazed down at it for a second before looking back up at me with a smile that anticipated my answer to the question he hadn’t even asked yet.
