She gulped. “Marcus,” her voice sounded oddly strangled.
There she was, reflected in the gloss of his brown lenses, her wide eyes filled with fright.
“How do you know this guy?” Amanda tapped her elbow, her high-pitched tone stabbing the thick fog that swirled around Lana’s head as she inhaled his virile musky scent.
With one hand, Marcus whipped off his sunglasses, slotting them into his top pocket. The sunlight glinted on his gold watch, startling her daze.
Why the hell is he here?
“Lunch?” His eyebrows raised and his green eyes called to her, tempting her away from a dull lunch date in the deli.
“Me…why?” she stuttered.
Marcus cleared his throat. “To eat, Lana, that’s all,” he said rubbing the short hair at the nape of his neck.
Lana’s stomach flipped with a weird flutter, mixed with a resounding yes and a hesitant no.
She shifted from foot to foot, aware that Amanda was openly gawking at him, her jaw slack and her eyes darting between both Lana and the unannounced handsome man.
Her startled gaze cut to Amanda. “Can you give me a minute please?” She bobbed her head and glared in a silent plea.
“Ummm, sure, Lan, I’ll head ’round to the deli. See you there in five?” Amanda frowned, edging back.
Marcus stepped into her, his hand brushed her wrist, beckoning her towards the car. “Don’t wait for her,” he said flatly.
Amanda’s eyes bulged like saucers. “Lan?” she mouthed not so subtly. “Who is that guy?”
Lana gulped when she glanced up at his face. Nerves jumped in her throat and her skin tingled with his overwhelming close proximity. She wanted to go with him, but she belonged to Rory.
It was one thing to have arranged nights of sex when your partner was aware of it, but it was another to have a secret rendezvous in the afternoon with a powerful sexy as fuck man who made her wish she was single.
Her conflicted thoughts were clearly visible, prompting Marcus to lean in and whisper, “Just lunch, beautiful. I promise.” His breath caressed her ear, showering her skin with tiny delightful bumps.
“Okay, Marcus.” She nodded, tipping ever so slightly closer, drawn to his intoxicating charm. “See you back in the office,” she called to Amanda who was walking away, her head turned over her shoulder to watch.
He led her towards the Lexus LC, its sleek ergonomic design the perfect fit for the audacious owner.
Tan leather upholstery cupped her body, the smell so new and fresh that Lana wondered if it had ever been driven before today.
The car purred along the busy streets of Belfast, stopping at the many red lights that were dotted around the city.
Shifting gear, Marcus glanced sideward, his lustrous green eyes wandering all over her. “You look stunning.”
There was no way she looked even remotely stunning. She was mentally exhausted after the whole Rory debacle, never mind the fact that her dreams were violated by a certain sexy male called Marcus, causing her to wake up in the middle of the night with a deep ache to fuck him.
She felt a little hungover, dark crescents marring the delicate skin under her eyes.
Ignoring his remark, she changed the subject. “How do you know where I work?” Her fingertip tapped the leather seat at her thigh. “That information wasn’t on the forms we filled out.”
Marcus let out a slow breath of air. “I can find anyone, anywhere, Lana.”
Her brows furrowed and her hand drifted to the zip on her jacket to stop her from reaching out and dragging her nails through this hair. “Why did you find me?”
“I just thought we could grab some lunch together, having already been acquainted at the weekend.”
She dared to glance across at him and noted the sexy smirk on his face that said he knew exactly what he was doing. “Acquainted?”
She sucked in a breath of air as the memory of his magical touch buzzed through her body. “Is that what you call it?”