CHAPTER 4

This whole week has been a complete drag. Lucas had said he wanted an answer by Friday so I was anxious through the whole week.

I had finally decided on my decision, I'm going to say yes to him. It's only just sex I have told myself a million times.

Today is finally Friday and I'm meeting him in 2 hours. I have taken a shower already, I'm currently deciding on what to wear. I want to call Ari or Kathy and ask for an opinion on what to wear but I don't know how to explain why I'm dressing up to meet Kathy's brother.

I finally decided on a short elegant dress, not too short or too sexy. It's gorgeous and sexy but at thesame time it doesn't say I'm trying too much.

By the time I finished getting ready, Lucas had already sent a car waiting for me downstairs.

The drive to his penthouse was short. When we arrived someone took me to his office and told me to wait for him, apparently he wasn't even there yet.

So I went through my interview questions and notes as I waited for him. He arrived 30 minutes later.

"Hello Vanessa," he said joining me in his office. He looked so gorgeous with brown eyes, dark hair, and beautiful exotic skin, he looked at me with look the same as before. It was a penetrating stare, as if he read my thoughts like words on paper. He was dressed in a black suit and tie even though it was unlikely he was working.

"Sorry I'm late. Had to take care of some things at home." He adds.

"Home?" I ask making conversation so I won't be so awkward.

"Yeah, the manor." He answers pouring himself some scotch.

"I thought this was your home." I say.

"I don't live here, I only do business and entertain here." He says with a smirk.

And then I get his meaning, he only uses his penthouse for sex with women and business in the home office.

I don't ask anymore questions after that.

"Do you want something to drink or eat," he asks.

"No I'm good." I say.

"So before we begin, I believe you have an answer for me." He says sitting down opposite me.

"On second thought, I would like that drink." I say suddenly nervous.

He stands up and I think he is going to pour a drink for me but then he passes me his scotch, the one he had been drinking from. I collect it and take a long sip as it burns my throat.

"So? The answer to my question." He says again.

"I have thought about what you said, I don't actually understand everything you mean by it but yeah let's do it. Let's have sex." I say blushing a little.

"It's not just sex Vanessa, it's fucking. And I'll answer all questions you have before we do anything." He says looking at me through his dark eyes.

"Is it like a one time thing, only?" I blurt out the first question on my mind.

"No, unless you want it to be. I'm going to be in L.A for a month and during which we'll spend the time together. I won't sleep with anyone else and you won't sleep with anyone else during the time we're together."

"Do you have more questions. He asks again."

"No I'm fine."

"Good, now let's start with the interview." He says changing the subject.

I look at him weird, my mind still on our conversation.

"Vanessa we're not starting today, we'll have the interview today and tomorrow we'll spend the whole night together."

"I wasn't thinking about that." I say avoiding his eyes.

"Yeah right," he says with a smirk and I blush.

We go on with the interview questions for a while till someone calls the landline and he answers it.

"Yes, I'll be there." He says through the phone before ending it.

"I have to go, I believe we have answered enough questions today." He stands up to leave walking to me, he just stands in front of me looking at me through his striking gaze.

He stepped closer to me, bringing our faces so near to each other that his breath fell across my skin. He kept his eyes focused on mine, his scent surrounding me like a blanket. When I didn't inch back, he moved farther in and placed his forehead against mine.

He turned his head slightly, his eyes still on mine, and then he leaned in and kissed me.

The kiss was innocent, slow and tender like our mouths were getting to know each other. He felt my lips with purpose, sucked on my bottom lip softly before he released it. Then he felt me again, filling me with his sexy, warm breath.

A simple kiss from him was intoxicating, addicting.

His kiss was better than sex, and if he was this good at kissing...imagine how good he was at fucking.

He pulled back, taking his delicious lips away from mine.

"I'll see you tomorrow, I'll send a car for you at 8pm."

And then he leaves me standing alone in his office, turned on and panting.