I slammed the lid shut. “Sorry. I was just reading…uh…well it popped up…whatever, I was being nosy. I’ll admit it.”
Lucas chuckled. “I get it. I’m an interesting guy. But a piece of advice, take anything in those articles with a pinch of salt. It’s usually a bunch of bullshit. Plus, if you want to know something about me, all you have to do is ask.”
“So the super model orgy—?”
“Not true.”
“Dating the girl from Little Mix?”
“She’s a nice enough girl, but not my type.” His eyes twinkled, he was clearly enjoying himself.
“The bar fight? Breaking a bottle over some guy’s head?”
Lucas’ smile faded and he looked away. “That one’s true. Unfortunately.” His mouth was set in a firm line and it was obvious he didn’t want to talk about it.
“So, why are you here?”
“Why do you keep asking me that? Is it so strange that I’d come by for a visit?”
I snorted. “Yes it is. We’re not buddies. We don’t call each other up to chat about the newest Big Brother episode. I’m guessing you didn’t stop by so I could paint your toes and binge watch Netflix. So this must be a booty call.” I frowned. “Is this a booty call?”
Lucas laughed. “I like you, Morgan. You’re different from other women I’ve been with. It’s nice.”
“We haven’t reallybeentogether. I don’t think sticking your hand in my underwear right before throwing up counts,” I pointed out.
Lucas took my hand and tugged me down on the couch beside him. “Maybe we need to do something about that then.” He nuzzled the side of my neck and I wished I had some control over the goosebumps that erupted over my flesh.
I sat back, putting distance between us. “So it is a booty call,” I said accusingly.
Lucas sighed and leaned back against the cushions. He frowned, patting the couch. “This is the most uncomfortable sofa I’ve ever sat on. I think there’s a spring poking me in the arse.” He lifted his butt and felt underneath him.
“It came with the apartment,” I said defensively.
“It really is a shitty flat,” Lucas commented, looking around.
“Well it’s the only thing in this town in my price range. So it is what it is. Look, I don’t think a booty call is in the cards—”
“I’m not here for a bloody booty call, or whatever you call it. Calm your tits,” Lucas grumbled.
“Calm my tits? What the hell does that mean?” I demanded, my voice rising.
“Who was the guy you brought with you to my game?” he asked suddenly. That was an abrupt change in subject.
“Just a guy I work with,” I answered dismissively.
“Are you dating him? It seemed like you were together.” Lucas stuffed one of the pillows behind his back, obviously trying to get comfortable.
“How is that any of your business?” Watching him fidget around on my shitty couch was annoying me.
“I gave you tickets. It was a gift. Don’t you think it’s in bad taste to bring another bloke?” He stretched his legs out in front of him, seeming far too relaxed.
“I wasn’t aware there were stipulations on who I could or couldn’t bring with me. You should have made that clearer,” I threw back at him.
“Are you going to offer me something to drink? I could murder a pint.”
Lucas was giving me whiplash. Did he have ADD or something?
“If you want to be waited on, go to the pub down the road.”
