“I understand,” Luka said. I could see the bittersweet tinge in his eyes. “But I couldn’t go a moment longer without a small greeting.”
“I feel the same,” I said. “Believe me, Luka, I really do.”
“Perhaps we’ll get together soon, and you will do me the honor of accompanying me to lunch?” he asked, a note of hopefulness in his voice.
“I’d love that.”
“Then I will be in touch.” He looked down at me. “I think of you often. All three of us do.”
“So I hear,” I said, before asking hesitantly, “you’re all really cool with this?”
“It may be hard for you to believe, but yes, we are,” Luke replied. “You can expect to hear from me soon, princess.”
“I’m counting on it,” I replied.
He turned and left, leaving me to exhale once again, trying to regain my composure.
Once I was certain my feet were back on the floor and not floating in the air, I reached down and grabbed my bag once again, slinging it over my shoulder and stepping towards the door. By now, the room was emptied out.
As I put my hand on the handle to leave VIP Lit HQ, I heard a voice come behind me, across the room, in that gravelly tone I enjoyed so much.
“Hey, you,” Riot said.
I clutched the strap of my bag in my hands.
“Hey, you,” I said, unable to help the smile spreading across my face.
“Come with me,” he said, standing from his chair.
I examined him, running my gaze up and down the full length of him as he stood up. He was so tall. So handsome. They all were, but there was something different about Riot. I was always taken aback at just how hot he looked in that black leather jacket of his.
“Right now?” I asked.
“Right now,” he responded. “I want to show you something.”
