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I bet I look like I’m being escorted out of his property. Like I wandered in here from Loser Lane and lost my way, but that’s not how Luca makes me feel.
With one flick of his finger, the concierge jumps into action. With five quick steps toward his glass and gold doors, they part like the Red Sea for him. With his arm wrapped around my shoulder, like he’s way more than an intimidating Dom, he’s a sweet dad, too. He makes me feel safe. It isn’t sexual. It’s kind, it’s genuine. It’s what I need.
“Thank you,” I tell him as a black Mercedes appears out of thin air upon Luca’s request.
“No, thank you, Ms. Monroe.”He knows my name?“You’ve been quite helpful to me in the past. I appreciate your expertise, and I’ll return to your store again soon. I’m having a big celebration, and I promise you a huge commission next time.”
He remembers what he bought from me at Delta’s? And how much kink does he want to buy next? For a big party? Please tell me he’s buying more Queening Chairs.
I don’t even blush. I’m honored. We’re professionals. Luca and I live in the kind of world where kink isn’t shamed, and it hurts my heart because that’s not the same world Beau lives in.
It’s another reason Beau can never be mine.
He can never have what he truly desires, and I can never give it to him. Not fully.
Luca opens the back door for me and holds my hand while I climb into the plush interior, plopping onto the ivory leather seat before daring to face him with my teary eyes.
“I have a feeling… ” Luca soothes with his face as handsome as Beau’s, though they look nothing alike. Beau looks All-American, and Luca looks like a Grecian God. “That by the next time we meet again, Ms. Monroe, love will have returned to your life.”
He leans down, politely pecking my cheek.
“Thank you” is all I can murmur at the power of his innocent kiss.
Though misery wants to consume me, hope zings my flinching heart. It wants Luca to be right. It wants to hang on to the dream that Beau will return, though my defeated thoughts don’t trust it.
But something happens with Luca’s kiss.
My muse returns.
The dark sedan whisks me away, gently bouncing down the cobblestone street, the palms and oaks of Charleston flashing by me in a blur because all I can see are flipping pages, a new story, my next book.
How it will be my most romantic and kinkiest of all. It will feature a fearless heroine, of course. “Falcon,” I’ll name her this time.
And for my sexy alien hero?
The main MC will be “Willulf The Wilder,” and yes, he will have the biggest, bluest, and best dick of all.
This time, my MC will have a sexy sidekick. He’ll be Luca, no, “Lucian the Lecherous.” He’ll scheme to make the forbidden love between Falcon and Willulf a fantasy come true.
And maybe… he’ll join them too.
Yes, that’ll be my next book.
And maybe, just maybe, it’ll distract me from my broken heart.
Because I can assure you, this bitch may not have her happy ending yet, but like hell if I won’t write one.
