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LUCA
LATER THAN NIGHT– SURREY, ENGLAND– THE FIRST KISS
“Oh, great, Luca, you’re back. I’ve just finished up for the night. That’s pretty much everything in place for the event. I’ve emailed you a copy of the plans to look at when you have time. Any questions, just ask?” Marcie said in her usual bubbly way as she packed away her laptop.
“Perfect,” I replied, my eyes not leaving Claire for a second.
She wasn’t looking at me. Pointedly avoiding doing so. My smirk widened as I took in the blush on her cheeks that betrayed her—she wasn’t nearly as immune to my charms as she wanted me to believe. That thought thrilled me.
“Claire and I were just heading down to the bar for a drink. Care to join us?” Marcie asked.
“I’d love to,” I replied, as the ladies stood to leave.
As I strode behind them, my eyes drifted over the pair appreciatively. Both were stunning, but Claire just had that little extra something for me.
In the past few days, my initial attraction had only deepened. We’d talked about everything and nothing, and I realised I wasn’t just drawn to her long blond hair, those intelligent brown eyes, or that gorgeous, curvy figure. I actually liked her.
It didn’t hurt that she had a sexy, squeezable ass, and I wasn’t shy about appreciating it. Claire glanced over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing and her lips pursing when she caught me staring. But she didn’t say a word. She just kept on walking, ignoring me just like she had every time my flirtations got too obvious.
I smirked, enjoying this little game we played. She might pretend indifference, but I saw through the act. Claire was aware of every look, every comment. Whatever this was between us, she felt it, just like I did.
“What can I get you, ladies?” I asked as I approached the bar.
“Cosmopolitan for me, please,” Marcie replied.
“Same for me,” Claire added.
I was ordering our drinks when a member of our reception team approached me, her expression tight with annoyance.
“Luca, we’ve got a situation. Some troublemakers are causing a scene in one of the rooms. They’ve been drinking and got a bit handsy with one of the staff who delivered their room service,” she said quietly, glancing around to ensure the conversation stayed private.
“Alright, I’ll handle it. I’ll be right there,” I replied as she headed back to the foyer.
Turning back to Claire and Marcie, I forced a smooth smile. “Duty calls. Enjoy the drinks; I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
The bar was quieting down, the last of the stragglers stumbling off to their rooms when I returned a half hour later. I nodded to the barman as he wiped down the counter, signalling for him to close up for the night.
“Where did the ladies go?” I asked.
“They headed to bed a few minutes ago,” he told me, and I bit down on my disappointment.
Damn! This was our last night here, and I had longed to get Claire alone for a few minutes and test the waters. I’d only been hinting at my feelings until now, flirting, but not quite revealing the depths of my interest. Now that the trouble at home was over, I had intended to take things a step further and see where it might lead. Obviously, that was going to have to wait.
Rubbing the back of my neck in frustration, I turned to leave, planning on heading to bed myself when something caught my eye through the glass doors leading to the garden.
Claire.
Her back was to me, and I took a moment to appreciate that gorgeous bottom of hers again. The things I wanted to do to it made my cock jerk. I gulped hard and shifted to relieve the sudden pressure.
What was it about this woman, out of all the women I’d met in my life, that made me feel like a horny teenager unable to control myself?
I needed to get a grip on my libido. Exhaling sharply, I stepped to the door and stopped dead in my tracks, struck by the awe-inspiring sight.
Claire tilted her head, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, and I felt my pulse quicken. Shadows and light played across her face, highlighting the sharpness of her cheekbones and the fullness of her lips. She looked otherworldly, like some ethereal goddess wandering through the mortal realm. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe.
A sense of calm washed over me as I watched her bathe in the silver glow of the moonlight. The soft light caught in her hair, turning those loose, golden strands into a halo that framed her face. Her skin glowed, every curve and angle softened by the gentle illumination. The moon had chosen her as its muse,spotlighting her so that every movement and gesture became a graceful dance with the night.
I didn’t make a conscious decision to move; it was as if an invisible force drew me to her, tugging at something deep inside. Every step felt inevitable, like I was walking toward something I couldn’t—wouldn’t—resist.