8. Chapter 8 #3
Finally, Sarah looked at her again. Gone was the overconfidence of a woman who was sure she was having a hot date that night.
If she thought she was seeing Angel for dinner tonight, she was sorely mistaken.
She was simply Sarah. Nothing more, nothing less.
Angel was packed away in her walk-in closet and only came out in New York.
Sarah was seriously starting to reconsider Angel’s existence, if this was the kind of punishment she had to look forward to.
“So don’t worry. I won’t tell Danica about any of this. Nor will I make you feel uncomfortable around me, if I can help it.”
Sarah relaxed her tensed-up shoulders. “Thanks for the flowers. I guess.”
“That was very forward and presumptuous of me.” Luca chuckled. “I should’ve sent just one, hm?”
A smile cracked on Sarah’s face. “Five is a bit overkill, but nothing you billionaires do surprises me anymore.”
“That so?”
“Please. I was the one who arranged Ms. Moreau’s City Hall marriage, almost single-handedly. I’ll have you know she only knew that woman for a few weeks when they got hitched.”
“Ah, yes, I recall. One week, she and I are partying in Ibiza, getting wasted on wanton pussy, and a few weeks later, she calls me up and says, ‘Oh, by the way, Lu, I’m married now. You should come meet my wife.’”
Should Sarah mention she was there for that party in Ibiza?
Granted, she went back to her hotel room before Ms. Moreau got any kind of “wasted,” let alone with women, but she wouldn’t mention it.
I also helped that woman get home the next day.
Luckily, that woman spoke English. Kinda.
Not enough to safely take a cab back to her own hotel by herself, but good enough.
“If you still want to have lunch tomorrow,” Sarah then continued, “that is fine with me.”
“Deal. We shall discuss this mess we have found ourselves in. I’ll give you a complete timeline of my marriage and subsequent divorce until you are most satisfied that I was not cheating on any wife when I was with you.”
Sarah remained silent.
“You’ll tell me what that ‘Angel’ business was all about?”
“I’ll tell you something.”
Luca approached, her scent, her powerful aura caressing Sarah as if she were a familiar lover. Not that familiar. Just because I know how it feels to have you consume me…
“Do I make you feel whole again?”
Something sank into the pit of Sarah’s stomach. It was a mixture of apprehension……and lust.
Luca picked up on it instantly. She took another step toward Sarah, her expression changing from satisfied with her current predicament to as fierce – or perhaps fiercer – than when she entered.
“Tell me something now. Otherwise, I won’t be able to wait until tomorrow.”
Sarah kept her chin pointed up. “You’ll have to wait.”
“Not even a teaser?”
“Everyone should have something to look forward to on Monday.”
Fingers nicked Sarah’s chin. Oh, no. Not a touch like that. From the moment Luca tapped her skin, Sarah burst with that same mighty desire she felt that night they met in the nightclub.
“Just one taste, Angel.”
She had to take a deep breath before she passed out. Eyes closed, Sarah said, “Angel isn’t here right now.”
“Give her a message for me, would you?”
“What?”
She knew it. She knew Luca would lower her lips and be wonderfully inappropriate.
“I think she’ll know what I’m talking about,” Luca muttered.
Shivering, Sarah swayed where she stood. Her robe loosened. Her eyes fluttered open. One moment, she was staunchly against anything happening with Luca, and the next? I’m going to do something really stupid.
Yup. Stupid, as in let Luca full-on kiss her as if all Sarah’s talk about no sexual tension existing between them was a total lie.
The woman was completely unlike a week ago, when Sarah had to all but work to get her attention and seduce her into such innermost chambers.
Now Luca kissed her as if she would die without Sarah’s lips on hers.
Both hands on her face. Strength pushing down into her mouth, tongue tangling with hers in a wild move to keep her in place and preoccupied.
Sarah latched onto Luca’s forearms and held still, bracing herself against the Blackbourne storm bearing down upon her.
Luca hastily broke off the kiss and stepped away, leaving Sarah standing in shock. “Think you could relay that message?” Her voice was hoarse.
The woman was haggard from the thrills of lust and love.
Sarah recognized it, although she wasn’t used to it being because of her.
She had seen it on her boss while she courted her Mrs. Moreau.
She had seen it when her brother first started dating Carly.
She saw it at the nightclubs and at the café downstairs.
When someone was in love, they had that crazed look in their eye.
Hard to miss that same look in Luca’s eyes when they were so bright.
No way.
“I think she got it loud and clear.”
“Good.” With one wipe of her hand over her face, Luca transformed into the woman Sarah had seen at work that past week. “Also, let her know that there’s more where that came from, if she wants it.”
“You telling that to Angel or to me?”
“Fuck, Sarah.” Luca headed for the door. “I have no idea anymore.”
Neither did she.