𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲

ask

All I have to do is ask.

Lord. I wish I could. I wish I could make those types of decisions and not stay up all night thinking and criticizing myself about what I did. I wish I could give in to my every desire and give up my pride so that I could have all of him.

It makes me angry that he wants me to ask him, when we both want the same thing. Does he not have a voice as well? I turn around and lift my face up until my eyes meet his, "That's really all I have to do?" I ask softly as my lips inch closer and closer to his.

Lukas' lips part, getting ready for our lips to touch. I can tell he wants to kiss me, maybe even more than I want to kiss him. His huge hands come to grip the sides of my waist "That's all you have to do sweetheart." he murmurs as we maintain eye contact.

Lukas' fingers come up to move a few strands of hair out of my face and immediately butterflies erupt in my stomach at the simple gesture. I smile, and press my body closer to his. I lean up to run my lips down the side of his jaw. Lukas tenses up under me as I continue to press soft kisses down his neck. Breaking my lips away from his, I place my arms around his neck and stand up on my tippy toes.

My lips are a centimeter away from his. I can smell the tequila coming off of him in waves from his parted lips. I want to taste him and the tequila he just drank. I want to feel his soft lips on mine again.

But I know it would be wrong. He's my boss. My very drunk boss at that.

I look up at him through my lashes, "You want me to beg you?" I ask, pushing one of my hands up to run through his tangles of long dark hair. I move my mouth closer so my lips are almost brushing over his. I can feel Lukas' breathing quicken under me and I instantly turn prideful over the effect I'm having over him.

"Why won't you beg me, Mr. Grey?" I ask flirtatiously, watching Lukas take in a small breath.

Lukas seems like he wasn't expecting this reaction from me as his eyebrows shoot up. "Do you not want me?" I breathe against him, looking at his lips. His eyes darken and begin to trail down towards my mouth.

Lukas' hands grip tighter on my waist as I reach my hand up to caress his cherry pink lips with the pad of my thumb, "If you want me, all you have to do is ask." I mock, repeating his words.

Lukas mouth closes as my hands slowly loosen from his neck. I drop down off of my toes, curling my fingers around the handle behind me.

"Goodnight douchebag." I say with a small, innocent smile displayed on my face and watch as Lukas' face slowly contorts into a deep scowl.

It doesn't feel so good, does it?

I push him away from me and open the door. I hear a loud fuck descend out of the closed door once I shut it. The smirk on my face deepens as I make my way back to Chris.

I got him back. That's one point for Lukas and one point for me.

Once I reach the porch, I see Chris eating his dessert by himself. It seems like all of the other guests have cleared out by now. I instantly feel bad about what I did. Instead of being here with Chris, I was in a closet with another guy.

With Lukas. My boss.

I realize that I am now just as bad (maybe even worse) as Chris with the waitress.I'm going to call it even and try to enjoy the rest of the night.

Chris looks up at me and smiles that billion-dollar smile of his as I approach the table. "You're back," he says, looking genuinely happy. "Did you get lost or something?" he asks, "You took a little long."