All Chapters of Anything For You: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Emily's eyes darted between the vibrant colour swatches and sleek flyer designs spread across her desk. The crisp layouts popped against the worn wood, a stark contrast to the chaos swirling in her mind."I'm telling you, the navy blue header really makes the text pop," Sophia insisted, tapping her finger on the sample. Emily nodded absently. "Yeah, it does look sharp." Her thoughts kept drifting to Lucas and their plans for tonight. Focus, dammit.Sophia's brow furrowed as she scrolled through her phone. "Shit, still no update on the delivery. This is bad, Em.""How bad?" Emily asked, forcing herself to engage."Like, potentially fucked bad," Sophia groaned. "The opening's in two weeks and we've got jack shit to hand out. No flyers, no posters, nada."Emily's stomach clenched. This was not good. "Okay, let's not panic. We can figure this out."But Sophia was already spiralling. "Figure what out? We can't exactly magic up 500 glossy flyers overnight. Fuck, your dad is gonna kill me."

Emily's heart skipped a beat, heat rushing to her cheeks. Cheeky bastard, she thought, fighting a grin. She stuck her tongue out at him, relishing the way his eyes tracked the movement. Two can play at that game, she mused, deliberately taking a slow sip of wine. The rich Cabernet slid down her throat as she held Lucas' gaze, letting the tension build.Fuck, she wanted him. The memory of their last encounter flashed through her mind - his strong hands on her body, the scrape of his stubble against her inner thighs. Emily shifted in her seat, acutely aware of her lack of underwear.With a coy smile, she speared the last bite of salmon on her fork. "Patience is a virtue, Mr. Hart," she teased, savouring the morsel.Lucas' low chuckle sent shivers down her spine. "Good things come to those who wait, Miss Carter." His voice was a sensual promise that made her toes curl.Emily set down her fork with a soft clink. "I'm counting on it," she murmured, pulse quickening as Lucas' heated gaze r

Lucas chuckled, setting the tray down on the nearby coffee table. "Chocolate and cherry," he confirmed, pouring them each a glass of deep red wine. "Thought we could use a little refueling."Emily made grabby hands at the dessert. "Gimme," she demanded, grinning. "I've definitely worked up an appetite.""So impatient," Lucas teased, but he obliged, handing her a plate and fork. "Careful, or I might have to teach you some manners."Emily smirked, taking a bite of the rich, creamy cheesecake. "Mmm," she moaned exaggeratedly. "Maybe I want you to teach me a lesson, Daddy. After cheesecake, though.”Lucas' eyes darkened, but he just shook his head, a smile playing at his lips. "Brat," he said fondly, taking a sip of his wine.As they finished their dessert, Emily felt a chill run through her. She glanced down at her disheveled clothing, suddenly feeling exposed."Mind if I borrow something comfy to wear?" she asked, setting her empty plate aside.Lucas nodded towards a pile of discarded c

Taking a deep breath, Emily stepped out of the en-suite. She leaned against the doorframe, one hand on her hip, reveling in Lucas' reaction. His eyes darkened with unmistakable lust as they raked over her body."Fuck me," Lucas growled, his voice rough with desire. "I knew that would look perfect on you."Emily's skin tingled under his intense gaze. She sauntered towards him, each step deliberate and teasing. "You've got good taste, Daddy," she purred, enjoying the way his breath hitched. As she reached the bed, Lucas' hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. "And you, baby girl," he murmured against her ear, "are the most delicious thing I've ever seen." Lucas tugged Emily onto the bed, positioning her so she straddled his lap. His strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her core flush against his stomach. Emily gasped at the contact, heat blooming between her legs."Fuck," she breathed, rolling her hips instinctively.Lucas' fingers danced along the edges of the lac

As she spoke, Emily realized she meant it. Despite her reservations, there was something about Lucas that made her want to take a chance.Sophia nodded, her expression turning serious. "It's understandable if everything with Ryan has made you nervous," she said softly. "But Em, you shouldn't let that hold you back from being happy. If Lucas makes you happy, you should embrace that, whether it's short term or long term."Emily rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "When did you start making sense all the time?" she asked, trying to mask her vulnerability with sarcasm."Oh, please," Sophia scoffed, flipping her auburn curls dramatically. "I've always been the voice of reason in this friendship. You're just finally listening."Emily snorted, picking at her lunch. Her mind wandered to Lucas, to the way his hands felt on her skin, the sound of his laugh. She couldn't deny the spark between them, but the fear of getting hurt again lingered like a shadow."I hear y