Page 41 of Lilly
Chapter Ten
Lilly
Ithinkmy words struck some sort of cord with Lucas because after my comment about how he dresses, he held me tight and we both drifted off to sleep. Well, I did anyway. I could see the storm cloud descending in his eyes before mine shut so I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that he didn’t get a lot of sleep. Especially when I realise that I’m waking up alone in hisbed.
When I sit up I see the bedroom door is ajar and I hear the soft sounds of music playing as always. I find one of Lucas’ shirts to put on before I make use of the bathroom. I check each room but he’s nowhere to befound.
I sit myself down on the sofa and wonder what to do. Do I just pack up and leave, or is he expecting me to wait? Whatever it is, I can’t do anything until I’ve had at least one cup oftea.
I’m just pouring the milk in when I hear the door click shut. I look around the corner to see Lucas walking in, looking a little like the morning after we first slept together. I swear my girly parts do a little dance at the sight ofhim.
He just unzips his hoodie before he looks up and spots me. His eyes shine with what I hope is excitement as they run down my body, which is covered in his perfect whiteshirt.
I do the exact same thing as I run my eyes over every inch of the sexy bad boy in front of me. He’s wearing a pair of low slung jogging bottoms with the waistband of his boxers showing. His black hoodie is undone, showing off the glistening sculpted perfection underneath. He has his hood up, making him look like the bad boy you should never talk to, let alone get closeto.
I watch, amazed, as he reaches up and knocks the hood off his head. He runs his hands through his hair, making it stick out in alldirections.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asks with asmirk.
“Guys in suits with perfect hair aren’t really my thing. This though,” I say as I start walking towards him. “This is spot on.” I run my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, giving his hoodie the push it needs to fall down hisarms.
I squeal in surprise when I’m suddenly thrown over hisshoulder.
“Lucas, what are you doing?” I shout as he walks us to the bathroom and straight to the walk-in shower. He doesn’t answer, just turns its on, and we are both blasted with ice coldwater.
“Lucas,” I squeal again as I wriggle in his tight hold to try to get away. I have no hope though; he’s toostrong.
“What? Didn’t you want a shower?” he asks with an amused glint in hiseye.
This is the Lucas I like: the rough-looking, demanding, slightly arrogant bad boy. Who needs a guy in a suit when you can have one ofthese?
I’m none too gently manhandled so I’m chest to chest with him before I’m forced back against the tiled wall with athud.
“I don’t think I said you could wear my shirt,” he says before I hear a rip and then buttons pinging everywhere as he tears in from mybody.
“Lucas, that must have cost you afortune.”
“Don’t give a fuck. I want these,” he says as he pins me to the wall with his hips and brings his hands up to mytits.
I’m grateful we’re in the hotel and not my flat, because the water would have gone cold a long time before we were ready to getout.
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Lucas is leaning backagainst the vanity unit with a towel around his waist as he watches me wring out my hair and wrap it up in a towel with a bemused look on hisface.
“I’ve always wondered how women got that to stay on their heads,” he comments when I tuck the corner under by myneck.
“Something you often think about, is it?” I ask with a laugh as I walk past him and into the bedroom to find some clothes. “Do you like living in a hotel?” I ask over my shoulder, because I don’t actually expect an answer to my firstquestion.
“Uh…I like that there are always peoplearound.”
“I never see you talking to any of them. You only talk to the staff, and when you do that you’re barkingorders.”
“If you want something done right, Lilly,then—”
I raise my eyebrow at him and he immediately stops talking. “Really? There are other ways to go about it, Luc. Anyway,” I say, changing the subject slightly. After all, who am I to criticise his skills as a hotel manager? “Why don’t you live away from it all? Get somepeace?”
“I have a house,” headmits.
