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“Make sure it’s somewhere I can see you.”
“What if I distract you?”
“That’s what I’m counting on.”
They stared, undiscussed details about their temporary nuptials dangling between them. She probably had no recollection of climbing onto his lap during their poker game at the height of their intoxication. If he kissed her now, she would probably try to strangle him with his tie—which would only make him strip her naked, push her head down while raising her hips, and drill her into an apology.
“You’re going to be late, Dr. Saraci.”
He took her hand and massaged her palm with his thumb. “Then let’s go, Mrs. Saraci, or you won’t leave here in one piece.”
ChapterFive
Lucas spoke without a stammer or hitch, his disposition more easygoing than Raina had ever seen it as he landed jokes and flashed smiles.
Heavens, the man was gorgeous.
Keeping up with his presentation wasn’t challenging because the concepts were too complicated. It was because her mind kept segueing into images of him behind her, pulling her hair and sucking her neck while he stuffed her like poultry.
Again, she wondered why arrogance had been his first choice. This man would have gotten her to agree to more than dinner. By the end of the night, she would have said, “When in Greece,” as she rode him in front of his open hotel balcony doors. Hell, he’d gotten her to marry him while his blood was nothing but whiskey, lemon juice, and simple syrup.
A woman on her right sighed.
Instantly, she knew what kind of sigh it was.
“It’s rare,” the woman said.
Realizing she had no choice but to be roped into conversation, she gave half her attention to her seat neighbor.
“What’s rare?”
“To be that smart, accomplished, and sexy?” The woman flicked her fingers in Lucas’ direction. “When was the last time you encountered a man like that?”
“A few hours ago,” she said.
The woman laughed.
Lucas walked to the side of the stage where she was sitting, searched until their gazes locked, and held for a moment. Then he walked back to the other side of the platform, and her imagination created a mythical fourth hole somewhere on her body.
“Do you know him?” Raina asked.
The woman shook her head. “No, but I would love to. I didn’t exactly come here to network if you catch my drift.”
Another woman on her left turned to them. “Same here. Lucas Saraci has got to be the hottest doctor in North America. Do you know he started college before his sixteenth birthday? And I heard he has an IQ of, like, 160 or something.”
“Those aren’t the numbers I’m interested in,” the first woman said. “I’m more curious about the metric system.”
The second woman snickered. “Me, I’m partial to the imperial system in this case. You know…inches?”
While they debated how thick and long they thought her husband’s penis was, Raina stared straight ahead. Sleeping next to him had given her an inkling that the wordendowmentapplied in more ways than how much money he brought the university. Yet, an inkling was all she had, so she didn’t appreciate the two thirsty MDs, based on their name tags, chatting like they were ready to go fullmenagewith her man.
“Do you mind, Rai?” Lucas suddenly asked. “It’s just a quick demonstration.”
Virtually every pair of eyes in the event hall shifted in her direction, no doubt curious about who she was and why Lucas was speaking to her so casually.
Nodding, she rose and met him at the steps. He took her hand, walked to the center of the raised platform, and then turned her to face the audience, his hands on her shoulders.
“I’d like to thank my wife, my ‘Rai’ of sunshine, for helping me out today,” he said, using the same gentle voice he’d hypnotized her with that morning. “Raina, sweetheart, dinner’s on me for the next several weeks, okay?”
