Was she trying too hard?
Absofreakinglutely.
Filled with self-disgust, she reached for her makeup remover and a Kleenex, but a sharp rap halted her progress. Wrapped in her plush, white hotel robe, she went to investigate. A peephole peek sent her heart into overdrive.
“Hey, you! I thought I was supposed to meet you in the lobby at ten,” she said by way of greeting.
Luc’s brilliant eyes darkened as they scanned her from the top of her messy upswept hair to her bubblegum-pink toenails. He stared overly long at her feet, almost uncomfortably so.
Did he have a kink?
Maybe she was missing out on an OnlyFans income source.
Nadia gave in to the urge and curled her toes.
His mouth lifted on one side. “You look like a virginal sacrifice, all in white.”
Heat rushed from her chest to her hairline, and she squirmed inside. With her past pathetic romantic relationships, she might as well be a virgin. God knew she hadn’t had sex in the last year and a half. It was a goddamned tragedy.
His hot-as-hell half smile spiked her already rising temperature.
“Why are you here, Luc?” she asked in an attempt to change the subject from her early morning wardrobe choice.
He held up a to-go coffee cup from The Blend. “I thought you might appreciate a caramel latte while you prepare for your day.”
Nadia adored his formal speech. She especially loved that he’d gone out of his way for her.
After a hearty sip, she sighed in pleasure.
Perfect.
“You’re an angel.”
His mouth twisted in a distasteful grimace.
“Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it,” she blurted. People either subscribed to a faith or they didn’t. To her, it didn’t matter if someone was atheist or agnostic. She wasn’t invested in organized religion. “I wasn’t trying to offend you. I only meant you were an angel in the general sense. It’s not like I’m religious or anything.”
His brows rose.
“But it’s okay if you are. I mean, most people believe in some form of…” She trailed off at the wicked delight in his eyes. Again, a flash of red flared before it was banked.
A trick of the light?
“Enjoy your coffee, Nadia. I’ll see you downstairs in fifteen minutes.”
She sank onto the mattress after he left.
For the love of all that was holy!
How was it that she always sounded like a veritable ninny in his presence? None of the inane crap she spouted went unnoticed, as indicated by his smirk. One of them was a sucker for punishment. Which was debatable, but she’d lay odds it was Luc.
But wasn’t it sweet that he’d brought her a latte to start her day? Warmth spread through her at his consideration. He struck her as the type of man who thought of everything. The kind of guy a woman wanted for the long haul.
She halted in the process of pulling on her sundress.
Here she was, going all gaga over the man, and she had no idea if he was married or not. Although he appeared to be in his mid-thirties, with great genetics, he could very well be much older. What if he were a serial cheater or a lecherous… no!
Putting the kibosh on her wayward thought, she went to brush her hair. With each stroke of the bristles, she recalled their evening. He’d done nothing overtly sexual or out of bounds other than to hold her hand. If one of them read more into what transpired, the money was on her.
