CHAPTER 7

It has been a whole week since Lucas and I had our first night together, he said he would call but he didn't.

At first I didn't want to be that girl and call him even when he said he would but we still had an interview together. And my boss Jessica needed this week's update so I had to call him.

He didn't pick any or return any of my calls and messages.

But then I received a call from his media spokesperson, sending me some interview questions he had answered.

That should have made me feel better, but it irritated me more. It meant he saw my calls and messages but he was ignoring me.

Was I deceiving myself that the night of amazing sex wasn't that Amazing. Maybe he didn't want me anymore, he had slept with me and he was over me.

I was mad at him, mad at me for sleeping with him. To make things worse, Kathy was back from her honeymoon and she wanted us to hang out tomorrow before she left for New York. What if she asked about Lucas, should I just lie to her about sleeping with her brother, or maybe she wouldn't ask.

I was in my office working over the interview questions and answers sent from his office when my phone buzzed and it was Lucas.

Dinner today at 7? He sent.

Suddenly I was happy, I had forgotten he had ignored me all day. I took my time before replying which was 5 minutes later.

Where? I sent.

He replied immediately.

The Croft.

I'll send a car for you at 7. He sent another one.

I checked the time on my phone, it was just 5.

So I quickly left work and headed home.

I took a long shower at home trying to calm my nerves, I was still mad at Lucas for ignoring and discarding me all week but I still dressed up for him tonight.

I told myself when I put on one of my sexiest lingeries, I was putting it on for myself and when I wore the sexiest dress in my closet but I opted out of dressing sexy and wore something less sexy but sexy enough.

His driver was downstairs right on time, 7 sharp. We drove to the restaurant in silence at usual.

When we arrived I got inside and met the hostess by door.

"I'm meeting, Lucas Alvarado." I said.

"Mr Alvarado isn't here yet. You're welcome to wait in the bar," the hostess suggested.

I sat at the bar waiting for 30 minutes. But his tardiness wasn't helping my already sour mood. He knew I was pissed at him. Shouldn't he be trying harder than this to be smoothing things over?

The bar server asked if I wanted to order a drink but I said no. I was still mad at him, no man has ever treated me this way and it irritated me at the same time he intrigued me.

Another quarter of an hour later, he still hadn't arrived, and I was irritated. Especially since I had decided against ordering the martini. This was beyond rude. He could have just called to cancel or let me know he'll be late. This was intolerable. I refused to wait another minute.

I stood up and headed out of the bar toward the front of the lobby, and then he walked in wearing a fitted suit over his solid chest.

I was mad at him and at thesame time happy to see him so I looked at him. So I could shoot poison tipped daggers with my eyes.

"I apologize," Lucas said with a decidedly unapologetic smirk. "I got wrapped up in something last minute at work and lost track of time."

I understood if something came up he is a busy man, and a ceo of more than one company but couldn't he just text or ask one of the people that worked for him to pass the message.

"So you couldn't just let me know, or ask someone to let me know." I say to him still irritated with him.

"Mr. Alvarado, your table is ready." The hostess said as she started to lead the way back toward the restaurant.

Lucas put his arm out, waiting for me before he followed her. "Vanessa?"

"I haven't decided if I'm staying yet." I said not following him.

"I hate waiting," I added still pissed at him.

"C'mon Vanessa stay. I'll try not to keep you waiting again," he said.

As if sensing my defenses weakening, he pressed on. "At least stay for dinner. You're here. You're hungry. So am I." This time he backed up the promise with his eyes—they were dark, more brown than, dilated with desire, telling me his hunger belonged to more than just his stomach.

Yeah, I was hungry too. Very hungry.

But he'd made me feel shitty. Then been late for our dinner. And then made me feel shitty again.

"Fine. I'll stay. Because I'm already here." I let him put his hand at the small of my back and lead me to the front of the restaurant.

Lucas and I sat at a table in the back, far away from the other guests enjoying their meals in the dim lighting, with the sounds of the Spanish guitar and the clanking of glasses as people made their private toasts.

He ignored the menu in front of him and immediately ordered a bottle of wine for the table.

He let me order my food thank God, I hate when men order for me.

We started eating in silence not uttering a single word. I was still so pissed at him but whenever he looked at me I felt less pissed at him.

"Okay let's get everything out of the way, I won't be ignored or stood up." I say sipping my wine.

"I apologize for that, it won't happen again." He said with a grin.

"Why do I get the feeling, you think this is funny. I'm very serious Lucas."

"I won't be ignored, if you're busy let me know or let one of your staff let me know."

I said again fuming.

He stared to say something but I cut him off.

"I know what ever happened between us was just sex and nothing else. But we still have an interview to finish, if you regret the sex and don't want it to happen again. I'm a big girl Lucas, I can handle it. Just let me know and don't ignore me." I explain.

Still looking at me, he didn't utter a single word.

"You look so sexy when you're mad." He said with a smirk.

I blushed at that. "Did you hear everything I said." I asked still not convinced he was listening.

"Yeah I did. Like I said it won't happen again." He said with another smirk.

And then we were back to eating silently.

"I would much rather be naked with you right now." Lucas said breaking the silence.

I look at him at blushed under his gaze.

"Yeah me too." I blurted out.

His eyes narrowed at my confession, and his body tightened noticeably. His body was all muscle, concealed under his perfect skin. His fingertips rested on the stem of his glass, his body perfectly still as he internalized what I'd said. "I can fuck you here if you'd like."

"Right here on this table?" I asked incredulously."

"We could move to a private dining area and then I'll fuck you on a table just like this." He explained.

I shifted on my seat listening to his words. I wasn't a prude, But I never was okay actually talking about sex and fucking with anyone but with him I wanted to. I liked hearing him say the word fuck.

"You like when I say dirty things to you." He said knowingly.

I blushed under his gaze and shifted in my seat.

"Do you want to hear what I want to do to you." He asked again.

I shifted again on seat suddenly more turned on than before.

I nodded yes.

"I love what you're wearing, I can easily flip it off." He said as he watched me.

I took a sip of my wine and dropped it.

"I'll rub you there," he continued, "with two fingers, along the crotch of your panties while I bit into the flesh of your shoulder. You would want more. You'll keep pushing your pussy against my hand, trying to get me to give you more."

"Will you?" I asked wanting to know more.

"I'll pull off your panties, and then push up your knees so that your feet were on the seat.

I shifted again in my seat, I was so wet and I silently prayed I don't leave a wet spot on my seat.

"Then I'll lean down, put my face between your thighs and lick along your slit," Lucas said leisurely. "Slowly, Vanessa."

I closed my eyes and imagined it. Imagined Lucas licking, slowly. Imagined loving it.

"Then I'll find your clit. I'll touch it lightly with my tongue, like a feather, until it was plump and swollen. And then I'll suck it into my mouth and make you writhe. You'll come so hard your knees will grip my head."

The envious ache inside had turned into a throb that I couldn't silence, spreading wide and long through my limbs, making every cell cry out in yearning.

I moaned. Turning around us looking over the restaurant, we were seated at the back in a secluded area so no one heard us.

I looked over our table and we had actually finished eating.

Lucas guided me up as we headed outside the restaurant, I noticed how he gathered his jacket in front of his trouser. He was clearly turned.

I wanted him so badly to invite me back to his penthouse so he could fuck me again but he didn't.

He opened the car door for me and closed it when I entered, "I'll see you tomorrow." He said.

"I can't tomorrow." I said remembering I had plans with Kathy and Ari.

"Okay, then I'll see on Monday." He said and walked back.

The driver drove away while Lucas entered another car parked behind us.