Page 132 of Covert Mission
“This way.” The host motions for us to follow him as he leads us to a small table in the back of the open-air restaurant. He’s American, or his English is perfect.
“Thank you.” Lucas takes two menus from the man as he holds my chair for me.
I’m not sure what I expected after two rounds of the wildest sex of my life, but taking me to a nice oceanside restaurant was low on the list of possibilities.
“I feel guilty. This is so nice. Shouldn’t we head back to Santa Rosa?”
“After.”
One word. With finality to it.
A nervous flutter tightens my stomach. Lucas hasn’t questioned me yet. I know there’s no escaping the grilling that’s coming my way. I feel it coming like a storm building on the horizon. In the middle of that thunderhead is my now uncertain employment.
God. My life is a freaking mess.
And I’m about to eat dinner with the cause of my downfall.
Lucas slides my chair in and moves to sit across from me, settling his massive frame into the high-back chair. His dark hair is still damp, it’s a little ruffled, like he ran his hand through it.
He’s endlessly fascinating.
The clean scent of the soap we shared in the shower floats toward me on the soft evening breeze. Warmth fills me from my neck to my toes.
I must still be high off his touch. That’s the only explanation for the fact that I’m relaxed and happy while my life is crumbling around me.
Lucas uses one finger to push a leather-bound menu across the table toward me.
But I don’t look at it. I can’t stop looking at him. All of him.
The way his clean T-shirt hugs his biceps. The dark stubble that’s getting thicker by the hour.
Man, he is gorgeous. But not just that… he’s got this irresistible magnetism.
He lifts his sexy eyes to meet my hungry gaze. One side of his mouth hitches. “You’re staring.”
I press my lips as my cheeks heat. “I’m sorry, but now I feel like I can really look at you, and not have to worry about the consequences.”
He chuckles darkly, his gaze turning hot. “Sweetheart, if you keep looking at me like that, there will be consequences.”
I glance around, heat really flaming on my cheeks now. There’s no one close by. “Not sure if my pussy can take any more of that right now. Or other parts for that matter.”
His eyes go even more molten as he leans back in his chair. “Then I’ve done my job well.”
I give my head a shake and pick up the menu. “You’re so freaking cocky.”
“Not really.”
I look over the menu at him. More curious about him than ever. “What are you, then?”
“Sure of certain things.”
The menu seems really uninteresting at this point. I could give a flip what they serve. As I lower it back to the table, I lift my brows. “What’s that?”
His head tilts. “That I’ve never met a woman like you.”
I shift in my seat, uncomfortable, as I make a small snort. “I’m really not sure that’s a good thing.”
He studies me. “What makes you tick, Cameron?”