Chapter Seven
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"You were never really around when we were young. Why?"
Luke downed his shot of tequila in one swift motion and shut his eyes. He replaced the glass with a slight thud. He hated talking about his childhood- was it how he was never a good son in his father's eyes? Or how his mother didn't want him or how his brother got away with the girl he liked?
"I wasn't wanted around"
He said as a matter of fact, his green eyes hard and sharp. Sayre locked eyes with him unsure of what to do or say, but she was never one to hold eye contact so she broke it. She let out a breath.
Determined, she tried to change the subject
"I heard you schooled in Yale but Beck told me you were qualified to school in Harvard, why didn't you go there?"
"My father wanted me to go there. But I don't like taking orders from anyone but myself, plus Yale seemed like a good idea at the time. I'm glad I went there."
Oh... Okay... Family seemed like a touchy subject for Luke Sayre thought. Honestly, now that she thought about it, she'd done everything her mother had asked her to do and when she tried to question her, she'd always pulled the guilt card.
"I'm glad you did too."
She shrugged, reaching for her fruit juice.
"Um... "She managed a smile. Was this a good time to bring up what happened at the club the other day?
"What happened at the club the other day..... Was a mistake"
It was at the beginning when she didn't know who he was, but she certainly didn't regret making out with him. She hated that everyone around them knew she was someway involved with Beck.
"I didn't know who you were at first..."
Luke cleared his throat
"Okay"
He sat up, dabbing his mouth with the napkin.
Sayre shook her head. There was always something with the Doukas brothers.
"It's not like I regret making out with you"
He tossed the napkin gently onto his plate. Their eyes locked for a second before Luke's gaze dipped to her lips.
"Isn't there something going on between you and Beck?"
He motioned for the server to come around. He was going to need a full glass of alcohol to stomach whatever she was going to say. He opened his mouth to say something when the waiter arrived but on second thought grabbed the bottle on his tray and motioned for him to leave.
"I-"
"Go on"
He said gruffly, his voice was suddenly heavy and his throat hurt.
He poured into his cup
"Luke, I don't think you should be drinking during office hours"
"I'm going to be fine, thank you"
She blinked.
"I'm going to have to leave if you keep drinking"
He set the bottle down without a second thought.
Sayre paused.
"There's nothing between Beck and I....We just used to be friends"
He flexed his jaw. Sounds good to me, he thought.
"What changed?"
He knew both of them to be very tight friends, they'd always spent every second of the day beside each other as kids. And their parents had always encouraged it, they were supposed to end up together as adults. It was one of the reasons he'd left the country.
"Nothing serious. I guess people just grow apart."
He relaxed in his chair.
"He seems to be very much into you"
She pulled her hair back behind her ear.
"I don't know. I just believe he's being friendly."
That was all he needed to hear, he glanced at his watch.
"We need to get back to the office"
He said, getting out of his chair and going over to help her out of hers.
"Thanks"
She breathed, taking his hand.
"You're such a gentle man"
Luke grunted in reply, pushing open the door to let her out.
"I'm sure all the ladies love you."
He glanced at her
"I don't think so"
"I think so"
He opened the car for her.
"What are you then?"
He asked breathless as he got into the driver's seat.
Sayre laughed. Why am I laughing?
Yeah, she liked him. He was Beck's brother after all and he was a very good kisser. She leaned back in the seat, shutting her eyes for a second, the memories coming back to her.
"Maybe I'm the exception you've been waiting for"
She said in low tone, lifting her lashes to glance at him..... Did she just flirt? Did that even count as flirting? Her heart started to race
He smiled. His green eyes fixating on her browns and her breath seized upon contact. His eyes were warm and somehow comforting. Sayre blinked, looking down to pretend to look for her phone. She had to go for a confession.
"Where have you been?"
Beck asked, walking into the reception with a frown on his face
"To lunch"
He reached out to touch her hair when he caught Luke walking in from his peripheral.
"Did you go out with Luke?"
"We had lunch together, yes."
She breathed, walking towards the receptionist.
"Can you call for my assistant?"
"What does that mean?"
His tone was low and dangerous. He pulled her away from the desk to the lobby where no one was in sight.
"What part of we had lunch together don't you understand?"
Sayre asked, shaking her head at the absurdity of the question
"We had steak to be precise."
Beck made to talk but kept shut. Different things ran through his mind, stupid things included like kissing her. He tilted her head up from her phone.
"Do I have something in my teeth?
"Yes"
His tone tickled something in her brain she couldn't quite name.
"Let me get it out for ya"
He c****d his head, dipped in and kissed her.
The kiss was aggressive, hard and nothing intimate. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back for more access while his other hand rushed to grab her boob. Sayre whimpered, grabbing a handful of his tailored and pushing him off her. And in a split of a second, her hand struck him with a loud resounding slap.
"Don't you ever do that again"
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