Lucas’s day flowed like clockwork calls answered, meetings closed, reports signed off. On the surface, everything was perfect. But beneath the tailored suit and polished smile, his mind was elsewhere.
Maya.
Her laughter. Her scent. The memory of her hands tracing lazy circles on his chest the last time they were together haunted his concentration.
The sharp ping of his assistant’s reminder barely registered. He nodded absently at the report in front of him, but his fingers tapped restlessly on the desk.
By noon, he could no longer focus. With a swift swipe, he picked up his phone and dialed her number.
“Hi, good day, dear,” he said, his voice laced with warmth. “How are you doing? I was thinking… maybe we could meet up later today?”
Her soft chuckle drifted through the speaker. “Of c
