We step into the master bedroom, and I gasp at its breathtaking beauty. The room is a perfect blend of modern luxury and cozy charm, golden accents shimmer against deep, warm shades of red and brown, creating an inviting atmosphere that feels more like a welcoming home than a hotel. Large windows dominate one wall, offering a spectacular view of the city skyline, the lights twinkling like stars.
I walk over and stand quietly, gazing out at the cityscape, feeling a sense of awe and peace.
“It’s beautiful here,” I whisper softly, a content smile forming on my lips.
I sense Luke approaching from behind, his presence making me feel electric. He slowly raises his hands and gently rests them on my shoulders, providing comfort and connection as we share the breathtaking view.
We stand there in silence before I feel the warmth of his arms, circling around my stomach. It hasn’t even been two weeks since I was in his arms, but it still feels like too long, like an ache that hasn’t quite gone away.
I gaze up into his eyes, searching for a hint of what he’s feeling, and can’t help but press my lips softly to his, tasting the quiet anticipation lingering between us.
When I pull back slightly, Luke goes right back in, his hand gentle but firm on my waist, dragging me closer as if to make sure I stay within his reach.
My hands explore all around him, his chest, back, shoulders, and into his hair. The kiss becomes more frantic, with our tongues twisting and the tension rising quickly.
My hand slips inside his shirt, and I run a finger over his waistband. Luke pulls back, resting his forehead against mine, breathing hard.
“We should talk.”
Yes. Talk. That’s why we went into his room, to talk.
What did we even have to talk about again?
My lust-filled brain can’t even remember why we had to speak.
“Talk later?” I say with a smile, leaning in to kiss him again. He kisses me back, but then pulls away, making me pout at him. He chuckles at me.
“Believe me, princess, there’s nothing I’d rather do than lay you out on my bed and finish what we just started. But you left me all kinds of twisted the last time I saw you, and we need to talk so we’re both clear on what we want here.”
Why does he have to be the proper gentleman right when I need him to release some of my frustrations? He gives me a quick kiss and lightly smacks my ass before gesturing for me to sit down on the bed beside him.
“Okay. Talk. Have it your way,” I say, but I smile at him so he knows that even though I’m frustrated, I agree we need to talk.
“I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions when I saw the pictures. I panicked, and since I work in media, everyone was buzzing about you and your potential new girl the whole day, even before the pictures came out.” My unease had been rising all day, prompting me to question everything from the previous night. Luke squeezes my hand as I continue.
“I got scared that I had just been your fiveminutes of fun the night before, but instead of talking with you about it, I let my insecurities get to me,” I tell him, feeling vulnerable. I should know better than to jump to conclusions when I see stories online, especially given my knowledge of the media.
“Yeah, I get that. I cursed myself all day for not having your number so I could explain that my agent and PR assistant sprung a PR relationship on me that day.” Hearing the term PR relationship relieves my worries, and I regret not listening to Luke.
Instead, I met him that day with my walls up and resentment.
“They had already planted the seed with several media outlets without even talking to me first. The pictures of me and Victoria were taken after we had met and agreed that neither of us wanted to go through with it. But you know how the media can spin things. I’m sorry I lashed out at you,” he finish, making me feel aggravated for believing the worst and not having more faith in him.
He’s never given me any reasons not to trust him.
Robert knocks on the door, letting us know dinner is ready.
All three of us eat together, and it’s clear that the two men share a special bond. It warms my heart to see Luke in a more relaxed environment.
In the paddock, everyone wants a piece of Luke Hastings, but here in the comfort of his own room, it’s just three people enjoying a nice dinner together.
Robert tells me stories about Luke and his best friend Sebastian, and how everyone used to fear what the two boys would get up to every day.
Once, they built their own small car using the motor from a lawnmower. They raced after the other kids in the street, making all the moms curse them out for being reckless and stupid.
“Always been a motorhead?” I ask Luke when I’ve got my laughter under control.
“Yeah, kind of. I always wanted to drive fast cars, but didn’t really know that you could make a living out of it before I got older,” he tells me. When we finish dinner, I insist on helping Robert with the dishes even though he tells me three times that “This is his job.”
