Amanda bounds out of the car and runs into Luke’s arms.
‘Thanks,’ I say, unbuckling my belt.
As I turn to leave the car, Gregory grabs my wrist.
‘Kiss.’
I turn and look into those devilishly handsome, brown eyes.Stay strong,lady!With a deep breath, I snatch my hand away and open the car door.
‘Scarlett Heath, don’t you dare get out of this car without kissing me.’
‘Thanks for the lift.’ I step into the road and slam the door shut.
He reaches me before I’ve even managed to walk around to the pavement on his side of the car. He grabs my thighs and flips me upside down so I’m dangling in front of him, my head inches from the ground.
‘Jesus Christ, Gregory! Put me down!’ I check my strapless top to make sure nothing’s fallen out and thank God for my adequate but not large breasts. ‘You’re insane, do you know that?’
I glance up to find everyone on Kings Road staring at the ridiculous scene and Luke and Amanda crippled with laughter.Traitors.He eventually flips me back upright and holds my waist until I’m steady on my feet, then he leans me against the side of the Range Rover, the cold metal against my back making me shiver. He locks his thighs against the outsides of mine and subtly presses his crotch against my pelvis.
With his index finger, he lifts my chin. ‘It’s never acceptable for you to leave me without a kiss. Do you understand?’
The air has escaped my lungs so I nod my response.
‘Say you understand.’
‘I understand.’
‘Good girl.’
And then he kisses me, slowly, deeply, passionately, in a way that lets me know what will be waiting for me when I get home and tells every other man on Kings Road who I belong to. Forgetting my surroundings, I moan into his mouth as histongue lightly grazes mine and I pull his waist into me. I’m dizzy when he eventually peels his lips away.
‘Call me when you want to come home.’
‘I’ll get a taxi; it’ll probably be late with these guys.’ I flick a hand in the direction of Amanda and Luke, who’ve finally stopped laughing.
‘What did I just say?’
‘I’ll call you,’ I say.
‘Thank you.’
Slipping between Amanda and Luke to keep my bare shoulders warm, I watch him drive away.
‘Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Who. Was. That?’
I close Luke’s open mouth with the tip of my finger. A rogue strand of hair falls from his carefully styled honey-blond and rests across his brow. He could be a model.
‘Thatis Scarlett’s billionaire client,’ Amanda confirms.
‘I actually have a stiffy.’ Luke moves in front of Amanda and me and pushes his crotch forward. ‘Really! Feel it!’
That’s all it takes to send Amanda back into hysterics.
‘Bloody hell, Luke, must you constantly remind me that you preferred taking baths with every man on Cambridge’s rugby team rather than me?’ I say with a shake of the head.
Luke drapes an arm across our shoulders, encouraging us towards the red canopy at the entrance of the bar. The queue of people to the left of the entrance stare as Luke dips his head to the two hefty doormen and we walk straight in.
‘I confess, the changing room orgy was a particular fantasy of mine,’ Luke says as we ascend the staircase.
