Chapter Ten

Lucas was keenly aware of the need to vacate the room and put as much distance between himself and her as possible before committing the gravest error of his existence. For half a decade, he had remained chaste, refraining from inviting any woman into his private quarters or allowing anyone to stay the night.

With fervent prayer, he hoped no ravenous journalists were covertly spying on his residence, eager to capture a headline-worthy photograph that would bring in a torrent of online traffic and potentially extort him for a hefty sum.

"Are you famished?" he asked, already heading for the door, "I am. You can get cleaned up while I have the cook prepare breakfast for us." He exited the bedroom with haste, seemingly as if his backside were aflame.

Emma let out a long sigh of relief as she watched him leave the room, unable to deny the powerful effect he had on her. With just one touch, she could feel her panties becoming soaked - a fact that infuriated her. Why did she feel this unden