Page 45 of Resisting the Lawyer (Dirty Hot Resistance 3)

A slow smile forms on Lucas’s lips at my demand, and he drawls, “So, forceful. Am I even allowed to say no?” His tone is playful but his eyes are frosty.

I know they’re not aimed at me but I can’t help but shudder.

When the food comes and I reach for a slice of the pizza, I feel his eyes linger on the light bruising on my wrist but he doesn’t say a word and I don’t have a good feeling about it, the pit of my stomach twisting at the icy gleam in his eyes.

However, he doesn’t mention it and in the midst of the meal, he asks, “What are you doing on Saturday?”

I’m chewing my food and say, slowly, “I’ll probably be home. Lana asked me if I wanted to have lunch with her since you keep hogging me on my lunch break.” I give him a wide smile. “She also called you a pretty nasty word which I’m not going to mention.”

Lucas winces. “I bet she did. I want you to go with me to Debra’s wedding.”

I put down my slice to stare at him. “Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Te- Asking you?”

My stern face makes him change his answer midair.

He gives me a lovable smile, “So, will you? Go with me, that is?”

“I’d love to” I settle in my seat, happily. “I love weddings. All the pretty dresses and flowers.”

Lucas tilts his head at me. “Well, if that’s the case, you only have to give the word and I’ll—”

“Lucas!” I flush at his words, having a vague idea of what he’s about to say judging by the mischievous look on his face. On any other man, the look might have been profoundly odd, but with this man’s natural inclination to cause trouble, it’s quite befitting.

Lucas, the charming friend, the ruthless lawyer, the mischievous troublemaker, the sadist, and the dominant lover. He has so many facets to his personality. While I may not have experienced the last one, his interactions with me have foretold of this trait. When he backs me into a corner just using his hands and mouth to subdue me and make whimper in need for him with just a kiss, it’s given me a good idea of what to expect in the bedroom.

He laughs at the mortified look on my face. “Fine, I’ll stop.”

I shoot him a suspicious look.

He adopts an innocent expression.

“It’s very last minute though. I think I might –“

“What do you mean last minute?” He looks baffled. “Who else would I take to the wedding if not you?”

His words make my heart leap and I get it under control. “I guess I just didn’t think about it.” When he doesn’t add anything, I pick up where I left off, “I might have a dress inside. It’s a blue thing that I got with Lana before…” I want to slap my forehead as something occurs to me. “I can’t wear that.”

“Why not?”

I love that no matter what I’m talking about, whether its dresses or my favorite book or television show, Lucas always listens with rapt attention. I shift in my seat right now though. “I-It won’t fit.”

“Why not?”

He also tends to ask pretty stupid questions at times for being such a smart attorney. I scowl at him in dismay. “It just won’t.”

“Did

it shrink?”

I’m starting to think it would be much better if he tuned me out half the time like other men. I glower at him. “Are you being serious right now?”

For someone who’s always prided herself for her pleasant nature, I sure do get riled up when I’m around Lucas.

He just chews his slice of pizza and stares at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.

Exasperated, I hiss, “I haven’t lost the baby weight, you idiot. I’m all round and chubby now. My dresses were for someone not this fat.”

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