Lucas Black

7

"The waiter won't tell anybody. As far as he knows, we're just two friends having dinner," he shrugged, sipping his rosé.

I frowned and looked at the small hallway our waiter had just walked down with our orders.

"He knows," I whispered, needing to remain realistic.

Lucas had reserved us an extremely secluded and intimate area in the restaurant. Still, with no chance anybody from the public would see us, the waiter still concerned me.

"Love, d'you think we're the only celebrity couple he's seen?" Lucas brought my attention back to him and his deep green eyes by reaching over the small round table to take my hand in his, "he knows who's whose mistress and who's got a beard. Do you hear him blabbing to the press about them? Cos I don't."

I relaxed and offered him a small smile, just wanting to get lost in him instead of worrying the evening away, "I guess you're right. Thank you."

"And if he talks we'll sue him for all he's worth, how's that sound, sweetness?" He leaned forward casually, light brown hair slicked back with the gentle curls of it still adding volume and a soft texture.

Lucas had left a lot of his clothes at my flat, but not any suits. He had called his driver to bring a suit over earlier today, after our little fun in my office.

It was a simple black suit, fitted to his body all too perfectly. His dress shirt was white and the top two buttons were left open, revealing a bit of his smooth and tan skin almost as if to tease me.

I laughed and shook my head at him, "that's a little extreme. We're not suing anybody."

"Ah, I don't want to start suing people alone. Teamwork makes the dream work, you know?" He grinned, "we would be such a power-couple."

"I think we already are," I gave his hand a gentle squeeze and sipped my rosé with my free hand, "thank you for arranging all this, by the way. It's incredibly sweet."

We didn't often go out just the two of us, but the times we did, Lucas was always so intent on making sure everything I worried about was taken care of. I felt extremely guilty he had to go to these measures to keep me happy, but loved him all the more for it.

"My pleasure, Natalie," he nodded dismissively, "I don't even remember when we last had a date."

I thought back, but quickly remembered and found myself smiling playfully at the memory, "it was my birthday."

Lucas' smile faded and he raised his brows at me challengingly, "you call that a date?"

"Yes," I giggled and nodded, "it was lovely until..."

"Until I slipped in that mud puddle, yeah," he rolled his eyes after cutting me off, while I even found that small action incredibly arousing.

It had been a sweet date idea to take me to dinner before a surprise birthday party my friends and some of his had been setting up for me at my flat. It had been a dark and rainy day, and Lucas had ended up drenched in muddy and dirty water. His flat had been closest, so we went there and I helped him clean himself up. Instead of a gourmet dinner at my favourite restaurant, we had stayed at his and he had made us avocado toast.