by Tracy Lorraine
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immediately what it is.
Lucas is propped up with his back against the headboard and he’s looking
down at me with an amused expression. I blink a couple of times, thinking I’m
seeing things, but then the memories of last night slam into me.
Oh holy cow, I slept with my boss and he’s still in my bed. Naked. Crap.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Oh my God,” I whisper before diving under the covers. I can’t believe I’ve
done this. I should never be allowed to drink wine ever again. I’m naked, in
bed, with my boss. I mean, could I screw this whole situation up any more? I
was just meant to be cleaning his room, and now look. I was more than happy
when I thought he was a smooth-talking businessman, but now I’ve seen
that’s only one side of him. Last night, he was anything but. I’m in trouble.
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 of him.
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 white shirt.
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 close to.
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 all directions.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asks with a smirk.
“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 his arms.
I squeal in surprise when I’m suddenly thrown over his shoulder.
“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 cold water.
“Lucas,” I squeal again as I wriggle in his tight hold to try to get away. I
have no hope though; he’s too strong.
“What? Didn’t you want a shower?” he asks with an amused glint in his
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 of these?
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