Free Lucas: The Hunter Brothers Series by L.J. Dee Page A

worried
me the most. I’d just have to look at Charlie.
    In
a way I wished he hadn’t delivered such a sincere apology. That way, my libido
would be damper than the proverbial squib. But he had, and put himself right
back in the fantasy running. There was no escaping the fact that he was my boss
and nothing was ever going to happen between us, but it didn’t stop me thinking
about it. I could tell myself I didn’t want to feel those lips on mine over and
over again, but there was one major drawback in lying to yourself; you knew you
were lying.
    It
was after six by the time I’d finished. Melody had left without saying goodbye
as usual and Lucas wasn’t around. I wanted to see where I’d be pitching. I’d be
up against agencies and even if they didn’t go for my idea, I needed to be
slick. They’d already questioned my ability enough. I had one shot to impress
them and the last thing I wanted was to bumble around with my memory stick,
trying to work out the equipment. I’d heard Melody on the phone telling the
events people to come to the office, so we’d be in here somewhere.
    I
pushed the door to his office open quietly and tiptoed across the floor. I’d
only ever seen the part where his desk was, but there was a whole other area at
the back of the office. I rounded the corner behind his desk. Bingo.
    The
table was smaller than the boardroom, but almost an exact replica that would
seat eight to ten people comfortably, and there was a giant plasma screen on
the wall that I assumed I’d be presenting from. He’d be here and Charlie, but I
wasn’t sure who else. It all looked pretty straightforward until I spied the
coffee machine I’d seen maintenance come to install.
    What
if they wanted coffee? Would I be expected to make it? I was his PA and it was
definitely a possibility. The last thing I needed around Lucas Hunter was
another drinks debacle and I decided to fire it up. A bit of practice couldn’t
hurt I thought, putting my bag on the counter.
    Oh
God, it was one of those things you get in upmarket coffee shops, sleek with
several spouts and extremely bloody complicated. I pulled a cup from the
adjacent rack, placing it in the middle of the machine and pressed ‘Latte’.
    Before
I could stop it and move the cup to the correct spout, black coffee and white
froth spattered all over me and the floor, soaking through my blouse as I tried
to pull it away from my burning skin, hopping around in my heels and spreading
the mess at my feet. Bollocks. I managed to catch a third of it and start
again. At least I knew where the coffee came from now I thought, putting a new cup
under the spout and pressing ‘Espresso’.
    This
one sprayed out from a different nozzle, burning me again and completely
ruining the pale pink fabric as it spread slowly across the front of my chest.
Christ, the thing was a minefield. I just had to hope they didn’t want coffee I
thought, freezing as I heard the door to the office open and the sound of low muffled
voices.
      Oh shit, he was going to go nuts. He’d want to
know what the hell I was doing snooping around his office and why there was
coffee all over his PA and his pristine floor. I did the only thing I could
think of, pulling open a nearby door and ducking inside, praying he wouldn’t be
long and that he would never know about my breaking and entering. Well,
strictly speaking it was only entering.
    I
pulled the door to, in order to conceal myself the best I could. I couldn’t
risk closing it completely. I was only around the corner and he’d hear it. He
was with a woman; the clicking of her heels echoing loudly on the floor as she
walked to his desk. Did the man never go home?
    I
heard him mutter ‘what the fuck’ really quietly as he made his way past the
coffee machine, the quiet opening of a cupboard and the chinking of ice in a
glass and liquid being decanted. I was breathing as quietly as I could but I
wouldn’t have been surprised if he could hear my heart