Aria
Lucas doesn’t even acknowledge the man…just walks straight ahead, leading me to a table.
He pulls out a chair for me. “Sit, baby.”
My heart flutters. He’s being such a fucking gentleman, and it’s wrecking me. “Thank you, baby.” I sit, and he takes his seat across from me, picking up the menu.
“What do you want to eat?” His voice is gentle, but there’s still that natural dominance to it…like he’d order for me in a heartbeat if I hesitated too long.
I glance through the menu, tapping my lip. “How about chicken salad, spicy rice, and some red wine?”
Lucas nods. “Sounds good.”
Just then, the man from earlier returns, and Lucas gives him our order before he disappears again.
I lean forward, resting my arms on the table. “So… do you know that man? He called you by name.”
Lucas smirks, looking amused. “You’re so nosy, baby.”
I narrow my eyes. “And you’re dodging the question.”
He chuckles, then sighs. “Fine. This restaurant belongs to me.”
I choke on air. “What?”
He shrugs, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah. Didn’t want to bring you here because my dad gave it to me.” His jaw tightens slightly, like the mention of his father irritates him. “But I had no choice…I’m fucking broke. And I wanted the best for you, baby.”
I stare at him, still processing. This place…this massive, elegant, high-class restaurant-belongs to Lucas? And he broke his own rule just to bring me here?
A Waiter arrives, placing our food on the table, but my brain is still stuck on the fact that Lucas did this for me.
He waves his hand. “Come on, baby, eat. You must be starving.”
I pick up my fork, taking a bite, but my mind keeps replaying his words. He didn’t want to bring me here. But he did. For me.
This man is so fucking sweet.
Lucas watches me closely. “How is it? Do you like it, or do I need to fire someone?”
I choke on my rice. “What? No!” I shake my head, quickly swallowing. “It’s actually really good.”
Lucas grins, satisfied. “Glad you love it.” He picks up the bottle of wine and pours us both a glass. “Here, baby.”
I take it, sipping slowly. We eat mostly in silence, but as I keep drinking, I start feeling… lightheaded.
And horny.
Fucking wine.
It doesn’t help that Lucas is sitting right in front of me, looking like sin incarnate…casual yet dangerous, his fingers lazily twirling his glass, his lips slightly parted, his entire fucking aura screaming, take me now.
Then he sighs. “Guess I have to go see him now.”
I blink, struggling to focus. “Who?”
Lucas tilts his head, studying me. “My dad. The manager…he’s definitely going to tell my dad I came here.”
I grin, drunk on both wine and Lucas. “With me.”
“Yeah… this weekend, we’re going to see him.”
Lucas is still talking, but honestly? I don’t hear a fucking word.
Because my entire body is on fire.
My skin is tingling, my clit is throbbing, and there’s this deep, aching need between my thighs that makes me wanna climb over this damn table and take him right here.
Fuck.
“Aria, are you even listening to me?”
“Huh?” I blink, caught completely off guard.
Lucas narrows his eyes, studying me. “You look… uhm, a little flustered. And you didn’t even drink any alcohol.”
I exhale sharply and, without thinking ….”Yeah… I mean… I’m so fucking horny.”
Lucas chuckles. “Aria, we fucked twice today. At campus.”
I whine, shifting in my seat. “I know, but I want it now. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Lucas runs a hand through his hair, his smirk turning almost wicked. “Okay, calm down. Let me finish my dinner, and then we’ll go home.”
Home? That’s too far. I need him now.
I push back my chair and stand, adjusting my dress. “I’ll be back. I need to go to the restroom.”
Lucas nods, still amused. “Okay, baby.”
The moment I step into the restroom, I let out a frustrated sigh.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Acting like I’m in fucking heat.
I grip the edge of the sink, taking deep breaths, but it does nothing to calm the raging need in my body.
My heart is still pounding.
And My clit is still fucking throbbing.
I need to do something. Now!
I step into a cubicle, handle my business, and when I come back out, I wash my hands and brace myself.
I can’t wait until we get home. But I know exactly what to do.
When I return to the table, Lucas is nearly finished with his food.
I casually slide my hand into his pocket, drop something inside, and then sit down like nothing happened.
Lucas pauses, giving me a confused look. Then, curious, he dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out my lace panties.
Soaked.
His jaw tightens instantly. His fingers clench around the delicate fabric. And then…He fucking lifts it to his nose and takes a sniff.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
My thighs press together on their own, heat shooting straight through my core. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stop a moan from slipping out.
Lucas inhales deeply, his eyes going pitch black with lust. “Are you fucking trying to kill me, Aria?”
I tilt my head, smirking. “And what are you gonna do about it?”
His gaze darkens even more, the corner of his lips lifting in a dangerous smirk. Slowly, deliberately, he tucks my panties back into his pocket.
Then he stands. “Follow me.”
He doesn’t wait to see if I obey…he already knows I will.
Lucas strides ahead, moving with that effortless confidence that always wrecks me.
I push back my chair and follow after him, my pulse skyrocketing.
I have no fucking idea where he’s taking me.
But one thing’s for sure…I’m so fucking excited….. and anxious to find out.