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➢Chapter 3- The Indecent Proposal

Lucius faces me, his navy eyes piercing through my soul. I watch as his eyes look up and down, sizing me up from head to toe, especially lingering on the delicious parts...

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Eyes up here for starters, thank you." With my shirt soaked through, I knew exactly where he was looking. He gives me a smirk as he stands at his desk. I sneered before venturing a glance down at my sodden silk shirt where I saw the perfect outline of both nipples. A tinge of heat lit my cheeks, and I crossed my arms haughtily, glaring at him as best as I could while battling embarrassment.

And that was when any wayward attraction I might have felt toward him died a quick death. The moment he opened his mouth, my hormones pulled the emergency brake.

"Cut the horseshit, Malfoy," I snapped.

The edge of Lucius's mouth moved sideways, sliding stubble into an even more appealing pattern. But I wasn't here to be insulted or patronized.

"I heard some news," I spoke dryly

He didn't bite.

"Your father purchased the L/n," I continued.

"He added it to the family portfolio, yes," he responded coolly.

Portfolio. I felt my lips curl "Is that all the L/n is to him? A number on a spreadsheet? Nothing more. Which could also mean he didn't care enough about it to continue with these ridiculous changes."

"There been an error. My mother is under the impression that many of the nostalgic and antique fixtures in the building will be replaced." I plunked down the heavy doorknob on his desk. A pool of rainwater gathered on his leather blotter.

Lucius sucked in a breath through his nose and moved to his desk---a block of black wood the color of his heart----and rested one hand on the back of his shiny silver cane. "Have a seat." He had manly hands for a guy who spends his days in a office and spares time eating souls, and they were disturbingly masculine as the scruff lining his jaw.

I didn't wanted to sit. I wanted to march over and slap that pompous smirk off his face. "Don't tell me what to do." 

"I don't know a delicate way to put this, but I'm getting what I assume is a very exclusive view of your chest right now." he said with a cocky smirk.

Then I remembered my compromised top, refolding my arms over my breasts, I sat as requested.

You win this round, Malfoy.

Lucius lowered himself into the chair and pressed a button on his phone. "Emily, I assume you've Ms L/n's broom ready by now?"

"Yes, sir."

So he'd designed to carve out fifteen minutes for Y/n. Lucky her.

"I repeat I DON'T want a broom!" I literally wanted to kick his arrogant ass and throw him out of that building.

"No? Fine then, your loss" His facial expressions turns neutral and I can tell he is ready to talk actual business.

"Why in the world would I let your old, battered eyesore of a hotel continue to waste away its value...when I have every right to modernize it and create another multimillion dollar elite venue?" he cocked an eyebrow at me

Broad, strong shoulders filled out his dark jacket, and a gray tie with a silver sheen arrowed down a crisp white shirt. "Yes." I wondered what time of day he finally gave up and yanked the perfect knot out of that tie. When he surrendered the top button. Another flare of heat shot through me. I hated the way he affected me. I was just so damn aware of him.