“You’d be correct,” Luc replied with a chuckle. “I was coming for you.”
Her stomach flipped.
How did he always manage to say the perfect thing?
His grin gave her pause. What if her face reflected her gooey interior? She’d die of embarrassment.
Not bothering with stealth, she touched her hot cheeks. Yep. Open book.
His smile widened, and he flung an arm around her shoulders. “You deserve a special treat. Where shall we go for dinner tonight?”
“You want to take me to dinner?”
“Did I not just say that?”
“Why do you always answer with a question of your own?” she asked.
“Do I?”
She growled.
He chuckled. “It is amusing to tease you.”
“Sometimes I think you’re the Devil,” she retorted.
Luc choked.
It was the first time she’d seen him at a loss for words, and it made him appear a little more human. When he recovered, he wiped the moisture from beneath his eyes and shifted to stand in front of her. With his head tilted, he observed her more closely.
“Would it bother you if I were, Nadia?” Seriousness deepened his tone, giving it a sexy-as-hell rasp.
She barked a laugh at his teasing. “Don’t go there. You’re no more the Devil than I am an angel.”
The twinkle in his eyes almost made her retract her statement. He possessed a very devilish grin.
“Where are you taking me for dinner?” she asked, putting on a haughty air.
“How about to my lair?” he suggested. “I will treat you like the queen you are, and all my evil minions will be at your beck and call.”
“I bet you promise that to all the girls.”
“Only to white-haired angels who don’t fear me.”
Euphoria welled up inside her as she wrapped her arm through his and fell into step beside him. She couldn’t ever recall being so in sync with another person—not even Katie. This man understood how to make a woman feel treasured. Odd that he hadn’t put the moves on her, though. In her entire life, he was the only guy who hadn’t tried to bed her within hours of meeting her. It wasn’t as if she were a femme fatale, but it wasn’t hard to imagine most guys were dogs on the lookout for scraps.
Why hadn’t Luc tried to get her in the sack? Did he not find her attractive? Maybe he was gay? Perhaps Katie was correct and Nadia’s gaydar had malfunctioned.
She cast a side glance at his impeccable clothing and stunningly spotless shoes.
Shit.
There was no other explanation for it. Straight men didn’t dress so immaculately.
Without warning, he stopped, but Nadia’s momentum carried her forward.
She spun to face him. “What’s wrong?”
The air around them crackled as he ate up the ground between them. Her neck already ached from craning backward to look at him. Chest to chest, they stood and stared, uncaring of the bustle around them.
