A Dangerous Attraction

His Thoughts

Luke's POV

Emilia chattered away, her voice light and bubbly, like a bird excited about some new development at her father's company. Normally, I would be hanging on her every word, but tonight, my mind was elsewhere, drifting in a haze.

Only to be drawn back to one person, Ava, Emilia’s sister

I couldn't shake the memory of that night when she saw me shirtless. The way she immediately covered her face, her ears flushed bright red with embarrassment. A smile tugged at my lips, as the memory beckoned me

I found her… amusing.

Her shy, reserved nature unnerved something in me I couldn't quite put a name to. There was a certain innocence in her eyes that made me want to pull her into my arms, protect her from the world and maybe from herself.

Ugh! Focus, Devin, this was not the plan, I chided myself.

"Babe, did you hear anything I just said?" Emilia blinked at me, furrowing her brows as she waited for a response.

Oh, s**t, I almost forgot she had been talking.

If she knew I wasn't paying attention, she would be pissed.

I had been feeling off lately…

Been having blackouts a lot, which was something that never really happened before.

It was like I was there but wasn't.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to mask my growing frustration.

Emilia's smile had faded into a thin line. "I'm sorry, babe," I said, reaching for her hands across the table. I traced slow, soothing circles on her soft skin, hoping to steer the moment back into familiar territory.

"Work has been a lot, and my workload has doubled over the past week." I said with an exasperated sigh. "You know I love you, but I've barely had three hours of sleep since last night."

She looked at me wearily, like she was trying to sift through the lies I had just told her.

The silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. I knew I had to try harder.

"Come on, mon chéri," I used my fake French accent that she loved so much while planting soft kisses on her hands, my lips lingering in her skin

The edges of her lips raised a bit while she struggled to maintain her cold demeanor. I could see the way she was fighting to maintain control.

Before I said anything else the waiter approached us "Would you like anything else?" He interrupted our playful moment.

"No, we—"

A gasp left her throat as my fingers slowly and deliberately trailed up her thighs, inching deeper towards the heat between her legs.

Her body tense and she snapped her legs shut quickly, trapping my hands between them.

I couldn't help the smirk that formed on my face. A mixture of satisfaction and pleasure as I watched her struggle to maintain her composure.

She cleared her throat, her face turning a deeper shade of pink, and the waiter stood there, oblivious to the tension now thick in the air.

"I'm sorry, we don’t need anything else," she said, her voice breathy and slightly faltering.

The waiter, still unaware, smiled gently. "I’ll be right up with your bill."

"Luke Davis," she warned, a smile finally tugging at her lips. "Behave."

My laughter erupted into a roar, getting a few stares from some of the people in the restaurant but I didn't care.

The bill came, and I swiped my card.

We got up, and I led her to my car, resting my hands on the small of her back her warmth rubbing off on me

"I believe I am now forgiven,"

I whispered, brushing the delicate curve of her ear ever so slightly with my lips.

I could feel her body tense up next to mine.

Then in a voice that caught me off guard she leaned in and whispered, "Only if you continue from where we stopped at the restaurant."

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After dropping Emilia off at home, I hesitated for a moment, my mind still buzzing. I’d intended to head straight back to the office, but tonight, I was itching to run into her father. I wanted to see the look on his face when he realized that a simple personal assistant could afford a Maybach.

Call me petty, but the man had always rubbed me the wrong way. So stuck-up, so judgmental.

I finally arrived at Harrison Group, my black Maybach humming to a stop. The evening breeze caressed my skin, probably a sign that rain was coming.

I slipped the keys into my pocket and headed for the elevator. The building was eerily quiet now, the staff long gone for the day.

With long strides, I headed to my office.

I was almost at the door when a voice called out.

"Mr. Davis."

I turned to see my secretary, Stacy, hurrying to meet me.

Yes, even personal assistants have secretaries.

She stopped in front of me, breathing heavily, like she had just run a 300-meter race.

She held her hand up signalling that she needed a moment to catch her breath.

I stared eagerly at her, my expression aloof yet curious.

"I’m sorry, sir," she finally spoke, her voice a little breathless. "The deal with the Lawsons…Mr. Harrison asked me to drop it on your desk."

I narrowed my eyes, confused. Why would Harrison want the deal brought to me? Stacy’s chest rose and fell visibly as she anxiously awaited my response.

"There’s also a meeting with the KS Group at 9 p.m. regarding the real estate deal," she continued, her voice getting quieter, as if she could feel my attention darkening.

"I tried calling you, but your calls went to voicemail."

Her gaze shifted downward, and I could tell she was nervous about what I might say next.

"Morgan Industries is also after this deal," she added in a near whisper. "So I thought it was best we talk to KS Group first."

I studied her for a moment before nodding. "Alright, good job."

"You're not upset, sir?" she asked, tilting her head in surprise.

"Why would I be?" I c****d my head, an amused smile playing at the corners of my lips.

"Get me coffee. All black.

It's going to be a long night. You can close after the meeting."

"Yes, sir," she beamed and walked down the hallway.

The door to my office clicked shut behind me, and I sank into my chair, staring at the stack of papers on my desk. If only Stacy knew how much of a lifesaver she truly was.

Barely 5'5", her long black hair was always in a bun. She was a nerd, but a very effective one.

My eyes went to the stack of papers on my desk.

I heaved a sigh and sat in my seat. Before I could sign the first document, the vibration of my phone caught my attention.

I looked down at the screen, and a smirk curved across my lips as I saw the name flashing.

I dialed a number.

The call connected on the first ring.

"Mr. Luke, to what do I owe this pleasure?" came the familiar voice of an older man.

“It’s been a while, Mr. Calloway. Have you been well?”

"Yes, I have. How have things been at Harrison Group?"

"It’s been well," I replied. “But I need a favor, Mr. Calloway.”

"Of course, anything."

"I want to teach at your school as one of your part-time coding professors for your second-year class."

There was a pause on the other end before the man finally spoke. "Consider it done. But I’d like to know why you have a sudden interest in teaching at my school?"

I chuckled softly. "Let’s just say I’ve developed a keen interest in your school."

“And Mr. Calloway,” I added, my tone more serious now.

"Yes?"

“I’d like this conversation to remain confidential.”

“Of course, Mr. Davis.”

"Thank you." I ended the call with a satisfied grin.