Chapter 117

Back at the hotel, Layla went straight up to the suite Lucas was using. A stranger opened the door and two others were hovering around the desk at which Lucas sat, his jacket off, his tie loosened, broad shoulder muscles flexing beneath a white silk shirt as he turned his head and stared fixedly at Layla, who hovered, uncertain of her welcome.

He sprang upright. "Beverly did good," he quipped, brilliant dark golden eyes sliding over her slim figure in a look as physical as a touch. ‘In fact, she did brilliantly.’

‘She was a tremendous help.’ Layla’s colour was heightened by his scrutiny and the disturbing reaction of her body to that unashamedly sexual appraisal. Her nipples had prickled into taut sensitivity while a drenching pool of heat settled between her thighs. She was shaken by the intensity of her desire for him to reach out and touch her.

‘My staff...’ Lucas introduced the three men before swiftly dismissing them. The trio swiftly gathered up laptops, briefcases, and jackets