I walked back to the bed, wishing that I had something else to wear other than the short robe that had come with the other presents. I had asked forrealclothing, not the gossamer threads that barely covered my ass.
Apparently his generosity didn’t expand to my clothing.
The door opened, and I paused at the bedside.
My heart raced as Lucas stepped through the door.
He was clad in a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of sinful dark jeans that molded to his body like a second skin. His hair was slicked back, but I could tell that it was still wet.
And his scent. Oh God, he smelleddelicious.
Lucas’s blue eyes raked over my face, no hint of emotion in their depths. My knees weakened. After days of not seeing him, his arrival plunged into my core like a spear of fire.
“Leda,” he said, his deep voice rumbling through the silent room.
I swallowed. “Lucas.”
What was he going to do? My body hummed with the anticipation of him throwing me on the bed, and having his way with me. Desire climbed up in my throat. My nipples hardened underneath the silk material of the robe, and I had to draw in a breath to keep my breathes steady.
“Are you hungry?”
“H-hungry?” I asked, as if I didn’t know what the word meant.
“You know,” he stated, pushing away from the doorway he was leaning against. “Food.”
I looked around the bedroom, mainly because I couldn’t bear to stare at him any longer or else I might do something really, really stupid. “I don’t see my tray.”
“You won’t,” he answered matter-of-factly. “I want you to have dinner in my room with me.”
His room. My heart tumbled over in my chest.
“The food is getting cold,” Lucas prodded as I tried to process what was going on. “Will you be coming, Leda?”
Only if you made me.
“Yes,” I answered quickly.
It wasn’t like I had any other choice.
Chapter 30
Leda
Lucas moved aside, and I crossed the room, wrapping my arms around my waist to keep my flimsy robe closed. I thought I heard a sharp intake of breath as I passed by him, and walked up to the bedroom down the hall.
The room was dark, but there was a flicker of light on the balcony, and I crossed the room to find an intimate table setting behind the door. Candles danced in the cool night air.
“Here,” Lucas said as something settled on my shoulders. I looked down and saw that he’d draped a thick coat—heavy with his scent—over my body. I slid my arms into the large sleeves. It was warm, far warmer than anything I’d been allowed to wear, and a small shudder of satisfaction rolled through me.
He was being nice to me.
Why was he being nice to me?
Was he about to throw me off the balcony?
I whirled around to face him, and found him right behind me.
God, I never realized before now how tall Lucas was.