Page 82 of Back Room Host

Huh?

Love?

Now you’ve really lost it,I thought and spat out. I had never been in love. I didn’t expect that I ever would be. Besides, the chance of someone falling in love with me was close to zero.

You’re nothing! Useless!That’s what I had been hearing from my father for years.

I had to admit that in the past few days here with Luca, I had found a kind of peace that I hadn’t known before. It was nice to have him around. Just knowing he was there, sitting outside on the sofa, gave me a good feeling.

In disbelief, I leaned forward and washed my face. When I looked in the mirror, I felt like a stranger. It suddenly dawned on me that every additional day I stayed here meant more time with Luca. I didn't want to leave; I wanted to savor it for as long as possible. After all, Luca was good for me.

In his own, somehow reserved way, he had created a safe space for me here. I was fully aware that he still saw me as his muse. I didn’t even ask about his concept anymore. He kept setting up the phone to record our conversations. Over time, I distanced myself more and more from my work. Day by day, it became easier for me to talk about it. Besides, it meant to me that Luca hadn’t figured out his concept yet. Which somehow surprised me, considering I had seen how focused he was during training. I was convinced that if he could apply the focus he had in martial arts to the film, he would have a solid concept within thirty minutes. It couldn’t be that hard.

***

“Dario sends his thanks.”

With the laptop on my lap, I sat on the couch and glanced over my shoulder. Luca had just walked in the door and hung up his wet jacket. Then he ran his fingers through his damp hair.

So sexy.

“So much for the weather,” he said, letting the training bag fall behind the sofa onto the floor. “And what are you up to?”

I hadn’t expected him to be back so early. In fact, I had just logged into a sex chat to see what was going on there. Of course, there was always something going on. It was easy money. But before Luca saw what I was up to, I closed the screen and smiled. “Nothing important.”

He leaned over the backrest and planted a kiss on me. His hand tenderly slid over my shoulder. It felt so natural, so routine, and yet we both paused at the same time. Luca jerked his head back a few inches, and a crease formed between his brows.

“I-I’m sorry … That …”

My pulse went from zero to a hundred. I felt Luca’s warm breath on my lips. And the wonderful, sensual moment seemed to stretch on forever, as if time stood still.

“I didn’t think at all,” he admitted with a smile. “But I have to confess … There’s a reason behind that. It’s been driving me crazy, but for days now, there’s been a persistent thought swirling around in my head …”

I couldn’t help but grin. Luca was cute. He had caught me off guard with that kiss, but I liked how he had approached me so unexpectedly.

Since last Wednesday, when I first started thinking about love, he had managed to disrupt my focus with trivial things. And what just happened made my heart race wildly. I swallowed and tried to play it cool. I bit my lip and toyed with the piercing.

“What thought?” I dared to ask.

I wasn’t sure if he was capable of putting his thoughts into clear words. When we woke up together in my bed on Sunday morning, he had also appeared to stall. When I asked him about his fantasies, he had hidden under the covers without answering my question and gave me a blowjob.

This is no longer a normal affair.

And now a mischievous grin spread across Luca’s face. “I’d like to fuck you. I mean, top you.”

His words sent a rush of heat through me, and I swallowed hard. He remained so close, gently nudging me with his nose before resting his forehead against mine.

“I don’t want to pressure you. I know your rules and I respect your boundaries. You turn me on, and I just shake these fantasies of … really pounding you.”

His words left me momentarily speechless, my brain scrambling to process them.

He?

Me?

Finally, I managed to turn my head away.

Yes, my rule. The truth was, I wanted it too. I yearned for him to screw me hard. Despite having sex with Luca, even satisfying sex, it had been nearly three weeks since Hector had …

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