Emily's heart skipped a beat, heat rushing to her cheeks. Cheeky bastard, she thought, fighting a grin. She stuck her tongue out at him, relishing the way his eyes tracked the movement.
Two can play at that game, she mused, deliberately taking a slow sip of wine. The rich Cabernet slid down her throat as she held Lucas' gaze, letting the tension build.
Fuck, she wanted him. The memory of their last encounter flashed through her mind - his strong hands on her body, the scrape of his stubble against her inner thighs. Emily shifted in her seat, acutely aware of her lack of underwear.
With a coy smile, she speared the last bite of salmon on her fork. "Patience is a virtue, Mr. Hart," she teased, savouring the morsel.
Lucas' low chuckle sent shivers down her spine. "Good things come to tho
