I felt relief. I didn’t want to feel it, but I did.
“Okay, good to know.”
“I like spending time with you, Morgan,” Lucas went on.
“Why?” I demanded.
Lucas smiled. “Because you don’t put up with my shit. Because you like going to dusty old buildings for fun. Because you’re easy to talk to. Is that good enough?”
“I wasn’t fishing, Lucas. I just think you shouldn’t go to all this trouble for a booty call.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“God, I hate that term,” Lucas muttered. “Yes, I like fucking you, Morgan. The sex is fantastic. Your tits and arse make me hard when I think about them.” He adjusted himself to make his point. “I like shagging you because youdon’t make it easy. I have to work for it.”
I could see Hayley talking to Mr. Richardson. I hoped she was running interference. I turned back to Lucas. “That was downright poetic.”
“You’re a ball breaker. You know that?”
“It’s not the worst thing I’ve been called,” I said and I couldn’t help but smiling. I honestly thought by now a man like Lucas Bradley would walk away. If I made getting into my pants too much trouble, he’d take his amazing cock elsewhere. It was flattering that he wasn’t.
“You’re also smart as hell and fucking stunning.”
I tried not to show how flattered I was by the compliments.
Lucas reached out and took my hand. “Admit it, Morgan, you like spending time with me too.”
I bit down on my lip, trying not to grin like a fool. “Okay, yes, I like spending time with you too.”
Lucas smiled. I melted a little. I couldn’t help it. He ran a hand up and down my arm. “Good. Because I have a proposition for you.”
“I don’t think anything good begins with the words ‘I have a proposition for you,’” I chuckled.
Lucas laughed. “You want to hear me out before you decide whether it’s too scandalous for you?”
Mr. Richardson was now walking away from Hayley and heading towards the breakroom again. I had to move this along quickly.
But then Lucas laced his fingers through mine and brought our joined hands to his mouth. He kissed my knuckles and I forgot about my boss. And where we were. And the dozens of snoopy co-workers watching everything we were doing.
“The team has a match down in the smoke this weekend. We’re playing Barnet United. It’s our first big match. I’d like you to come. We could get a room. Spend a couple of days in the city.”
I was distracted by Mr. Richardson, who was now just outside the door.
“You want me to go where?” I asked, glancing towards my boss again. He didn’t look particularly angry. That was good, right?
“London. I want you to come to London with me for the weekend.”
The door opened and Mr. Richardson came in. “Mr. Bradley, it’s an honor having you in the office,” he said, his voice too loud in the small space. I pulled away from Lucas and retreated towards the open door. Mr. Richardson held his hand out for Lucas to shake, which he did, though his eyes were still on me.
“I’m the Head of Production and Infrastructure here at CFL. I just wanted to say I’m a big fan—”
“That’s great. Look Mr.—”
“Peter. Peter Richardson,” my boss filled in.
Lucas gave him a pained smile. “Mr. Richardson—”
“Call me Peter,” Mr. Richardson insisted.
“Peter, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m just finishing a conversation with Morgan.”
