Chapter 20

Lucian looked a little too happy to be putting my heels on. I almost regretted asking him. Almost. Lucky for him, the heels I wanted to wear laced up all the way to my knees. Lucian took my heels from me, his fingers brushing over mine. A jolt of electricity shot through me from my fingers to my core. I pulled my hand away and sat down on the couch. Lucian got up and knelt on the floor.

Did he happen to remember when I said I liked a man on his knees? His mouth was dangerously close to the apex of my thighs. He lifted my right foot and slipped it into the heel. He moved his fingers quickly, crisscrossing the straps up my calf and up to my knee. I silently begged for his fingers to go higher. To touch me there. His fingers brushed the inside of my thigh, sending a shock of pleasure straight through me. I held back a moan and started breathing faster. "Okay. Other foot." I lifted my left leg, opening my thighs a little bit, trying to give him a silent invitation. But he just laced up the other heel and stood up.

Just like that the magnetic pull between us snapped. I blinked hard twice to clear my head. "Let's go." Lucian was a constant reminder to me why women wanted men and making me forget all of the hard lessons I had learned. I picked up my purse and got up. I followed Lucian out of the door. Even as I was walking to the door I could still feel his fingers on my legs. I still can't believe I was going to offer myself so shamelessly to him.

I felt a large hand rest on my back making me go still. "Are you ok?" Lucian asked. "Yeah." I wouldn't even believe myself. My voice sounded breathless and high-pitch. I cleared my throat. "I mean I'm fine. Let's go." I said. I walked past him and out the door, avoiding his hands. God his hands were were dangerous. He stepped out after me. I felt his eyes on me as I bent over to lock the door. "So . . . We're outside now. Where to?" I asked, turning around to face Lucian.

His lips slammed down on mine catching me by surprise. My mind overloaded. I threw my hands into his hair and pulled him down to my level. His hair was so silky and soft, but a little. Lucian didn't even grab my waist or my face, his hands stayed at his sides. I nearly screamed. Was I ugly? Did he not like the dress? Did he not want me now that I was all dressed up? I leaned into his body and he still didn't grab me.

I pulled away disappointed, but smiled. Why was I so disappointed? "So where is your car?" I asked without a hint of emotion. Amber eyes locked on mine and flickered away. "This way. And before you freak out, it is the Ferrari." Once again I held my emotions behind a mask of calm. We crossed the street and approached the car of nightmares. I slid in the passenger seat and didn't look at Lucian once. Let him figure out what the fuck that means.