Mara was hunched over her table when the door burst open and Lucien spilled in looking as delicious as he was angry. Her receptionist followed closely behind him, muttering apologies at the intrusion and not being able to stop it.
“Excuse us, Arianna; thank you.” Mara said, her eyebrow arced at the man.
She waited until the door was closed before she spoke, her face showing annoyance.
“What do you want?” she asked.
Lucien came around to stand beside her, glancing outside the window; to the street below.
“I have been thinking about you.” He said, his voice dangerous low.
I have been thinking about you too, Mara thought fleetingly as he turned around to face her.
His beautiful eyes hooded and showing barely contained anger.
What is he angry about? She asked herself.
“I don’t see tha
