Letting Off Steam
“Not for business purposes,” I repeated, laying my sandwich onto my napkin as I considered his offer. At least he decided to be honest this time, but I gazed at him with narrowed eyes while I pondered his ulterior motive. “I certainly hope you’re not asking me out just so you can throw my blood status in my face.”
“Not at all. I’d actually like to get to know you as a person, apart from work.” Lukas raised his eyebrows at me, his black leather jacket emphasizing his sculpted torso much more than his dress shirts did. To his credit, he remained on the path, leaving me to enjoy my glade in peace.
“I wouldn’t get my hopes up, if I were you,” I said, a blush encroaching on my cheeks as I looked down at my sandwich. While I had no desire to bare my heart before this man, he
