Free Mr. Black's Proposal (Part Two: A Billionaire Erotic Romance) by Aubrey Dark Page B

his palm.
    I blew air through my teeth. How could my brother be misreading this situation so badly?
    Lucas put his hand on mine, pinning my wrist to the counter. His thumb stroked the inside of my palm, sending fireworks up my arm. I hated this, hated that he could get me aroused with a single touch. I snapped my mouth shut and stared at him with a look that I hoped showed pure hatred.
    “I am so excited to work professionally with you on this project,” Lucas said.
    “Professionally?” I repeated.
    “Perfectly professionally.”
    I eyeballed him. Was he being serious?
    “Shall we go? My car’s waiting.”
    He was being serious. Or, at least, as serious as Lucas Black ever got.
    “Have fun, Steph!” Andy said, clapping me on the shoulder. My eyelashes fluttered as I looked up to the ceiling. I wasn’t much for prayers, but if God was listening, I hoped he would intervene.
    Lord, save me from Lucas Black.

Chapter Two
    Lucas
    I led Stephanie to the car, one hand on her back. She swatted me away when my hand drifted down to her ass.
    I didn’t know what had come over her. The night we’d spent together in Paris had been amazing. She was all softness and curves, the perfect size. When she’d drifted off to sleep in my arms, I stayed awake for a while to watch her dream. That beautiful blonde hair draped over the pillow, those red-blonde eyelashes fluttering softly on her cheeks. Cream thighs, perfectly plump hips, and full pink lips that begged for more kisses.
    Now those full pink lips were pursed in a scowl at me.
    “Will you stop trying to touch my ass?” she said, as she climbed into the car and batted my hand away one more time.
    “Maybe if your ass wasn’t so sexy,” I said, eyeing the smooth curve of her skirt as she slid into the seat.
    “You said you would be professional.”
    Right. I had said that, hadn’t I? Well, I would have said anything to spend more time with her. Even if she was playing hard to get.
    “Why are you being so standoffish?” I asked, revving the engine before pulling away from the curb.
    “Standoffish ?”
    “You didn’t protest nearly this much when my tongue was between your thighs.”
    The color of her face was as close to beet red as I’d ever seen. I sped through a yellow light. I didn’t want to stop, in part because she looked like she might jump out of the car at any second.
    “Lucas, you can’t—we can’t—”
    “I can. We did.”
    “Lucas—”
    “Why did you run away from me in Paris?”
    “I didn’t run away. I had a business to attend to.”
    “That’s an excuse.”
    “And spending the night with you was a mistake.”
    “A mistake?”
    My pulse jumped a beat. I’d never been called a mistake before.
    “A mistake I don’t plan on repeating,” she said. She crossed her leg away from me, and whatever reply I had been formulating in my mind disappeared with the sight of her creamy thigh peeking out from under her black skirt. She saw me looking and gave a huff as she pulled the fabric down to cover herself.
    “And I don’t appreciate you showing up with a lie about redecorating so you can pull me away from work and try to play grabass with me.”
    “I’m not lying,” I said. It hurt me a bit that she thought I was.
    “Really? You decided to change the decor of your apartment the day before you left for Paris?” She rolled her eyes.
    “No. I decided to change it the day you came and told me it looked like a bachelor pad.”
    Her eyes went a little wider. I liked the way her lips parted, showing a glint of white teeth. It took all my effort to keep driving into the garage without letting my hand run over her thigh. I didn’t know if she was really just playing hard to get or if she really thought that sleeping with me had been a mistake. Either way, I’d have to win her back.
    “What did you change?”
    I turned off the ignition and smiled at her.
    “I can’t wait to show you.”
     
    As we walked through the door, I saw my apartment