Dangerous Desires

CHAPTER TEN

LILY

"Breath." He commands. His voice is too deep, it reaches my stomach and caress my senses. I obey by inhaling and exhaling.

His hands drops from my waist and I almost voice my protest. He clears his throat and push me away from him. His rejection hits like a kick in the gut. Sensing the moment is over, I step way from him until there's enough space for me to breath.

The w***e in me does one more assessment of him. If I ever said this man was handsome, then I'm an i***t because this man is. Devastingly. Hot.

"Why are you here?" His signature scowl is back on his face.

"I-I came to check on you."

"To see how much of a mess I am? So that you can go tell your daddy and have him come over and whoop my ass?"

What is he talking about? "Sorry about last night." I stretch out my hands that's holding the bag of mom's homemade cookies which I know Luca can never resist. "I brought cookies for..." I stop talking midway and stare at the new figure that has just joined Luca in the doorway.

A tall, pretty redhead with a ring on her nose and another on her brows. She's wearing Luca's shirt and I can see the outline of her t**s. She's not even wearing a bra! The knowledge of what I just walked in on hits me hard.

The scattered hair. The sweaty body. The delay in opening the door. I put the pieces together. There were f*****g! But why does it bother me? Luca is a playboy. It don't bother me.

Who am I kidding?

She leans on him in a possessive manner and the shirt she has on hitch up a bit revealing the tattoo below her ass. She's not even wearing panties! She's the typical bad girl. The sight of another woman in Luca arms make me sad, and that's exactly who she is. A woman. And staring at them, I remember who I am. A child.

I don't even notice I'm still stretching out my hands until the woman starts dragging the bag of cookies from my hand. "You brought cookies for us?"

I refuse to let go of the bag.

"Lily, do you want to return back to your house with the cookie?" Luca asks boringly.

Now, I feel stupid. I let go of the bag.

"Is this the kid that lives next door?" She asks Luca.

The kid that lives next door? What did he tell his one night stand about me? I glare at Luca. Now, I'm just mad.

The woman smiles at me in appreciation for the cookies before returning inside the house. I continue staring at her until she's too deep in the house and beyond eyeshot. I return my gaze to Luca who is already watching me.

His eyes roam my body and despite the silk nightgown I have on. I feel naked. Exposed. He's staring at me like he can see right through it. His eyes linger on my t**s and I can feel my n*****s harden. "Why are you eyefucking me?" I ask out of the blue.

He tears his eyes from my body with an angry scowl and I don't miss the guilt on his face.

I'm looking at his waist. Lower. Between his legs. His eyes follow mine. "What a shame? Such a hot chick you have in there but your little man seems to be asleep." I don't even know who this girl is anyone. This wild, bad-mouthed teenager standing infront Luca.

He glowers at me. Except for his facial reaction, he's still composed. Unaffected. We stare at each other again. Longer. More intensed. Sparks fly in the air. Literally, one of the sparks hit me, I'm shocked. Luca adjust his shorts uncomfortably. I think my presence has awoken his little man. I smile wickedly at him.

He fixes his focus on the road and a smirk crosses his face. "I think your little playmate is here."

My eyes follow his gaze to where Tiffany's car is driving into our garage.

"Go and join her and build tea castles, play grown up or do whatever it is seventeen year old children do. I have some grown up business to finish." He slams the door in my face before I could utter another word.

I groan and my fist forms into a ball. I'm feeling the urge to scream f**k you, but I don't. Instead I swallow up the words but for dramatic effect, I kick the nearest stone and grunt. I turn towards my house and Tiffany is waving at me. As I start working towards her, my mind starts working endlessly on lies to tell her incase she asks me what I was doing at Luca's.

I can't tell her my feelings. What feelings? It's confusing. I can't tell her, not because she will judge me, far from it. But because she can be very pushy. Since she found her prince charming she has been bent on finding my knight in shining armor and while I don't mind her eagerness. It can be very annoying sometimes.

And well, since Luca wants to play it tough. I will show him that two can play a game.

Tiffany literally jumps on me, letting her books drop to the ground and throwing her arms around my neck. I hug her just as tightly. We are giggling and squealing like teenagers. Duh! That's who we are. Tiffany finally breaks the hug.

She's wearing a short demin gown that accentuate her long legs. Her blonde hair falls in waves at her shoulders. We have the same color of hair, that's the second reason we became best friends. The first, is our shared love for books, romantic comedy to be specific. We love to call ourselves twins but Tiffany looks nothing like me.

She is taller and leaner. Her body was born to walk the runway. Her blonde hair is more golden that blonde and it always look like it was removed from a shampoo magazine. Her eyes are hazel green. She has perfect cupid lips, the type only high priced call girls should possess. Her glass skin is always popping and whenever we walk together which we always do, she usually gets all the male attention.

I'm pretty too, but Tiffany never has to raise a finger to up her beauty. She's effortlessly pretty and sometimes I envy her. She's just IT.

"Lily you look so hot in just one year!" She covers her mouth in genuine excitement.

I don't believe her. But why will she lie to me? Am I really hot? Is that why Luca and the guys from last night party couldn't keep their eyes off me? I'm hot. I. am. HOT!

She twirls her fingers. "Turn around." I do the 360 spin and hear Tiffany say a low "damn. Look at that ass. That's the kind of ass that can make a guy go crazy."

I turn around to see pure adoration on her face. "Tiffany."

"Look at you. You look so different." She pulls at my arms in excitement. Then she stops, folds her arm across her chest and eyes me suspiciously. "Did you go over to your nextdoor neighbor looking this hot, are you trying to seduce him?"

I bend my face in an attempt to hide my smile. "No. Ewwww..."

Tiffany laughs showing white teeth. "But he's hot." She tilts her head to the side waiting for me to respond. "I will give up everything to have a taste of that pretty snack." She wriggles her brow.

"You have a boyfriend."

"Doesn't stop me from appreciating beauty when I see one."

I roll my eyes. "He's not even that hot. He's a perv."

"He's hot and you know it."

"No he's not."

"Yes, he is." Tiffany throws her hands in the air out of frustration and starts laughing.

I join in the laughter. This girl. She's my best friend. I hug her again and whisper. "I've missed you."

"I missed you more, Lily." We break the hug. "You will fill me on what's been going on. Everything."

I smile and help her pick up her books. Tiffany is the one with the life. The looks. The boys. But for some odd reason, she likes to act as if her life is boring and mine is more interesting. That's one of the many reasons I love her.