Always His | (Book 3) 18+

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LUCIAN
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"Stop staring at me," Amelia grumbled as she sat in the chair across from me. I raised an eyebrow, watching the faint blush wash over her face. "Stare at... at those pens."

I glanced at the pens in their holder, refraining from laughing before looking back into her irritated golden eyes. I mean, they weren't technically golden but they were a light enough brown to be considered that. But I still decided to listen, grabbing one of the pens and spinning it between my fingers.

"I know you think I hired you because you're, well, you," I started off, watching as she looked away from me immediately. "I want to assure you that it isn't the case. You truly were the most qualified out of all of the resumes I went through and if I didn't think you would be a good worker then I would have never had my hiring manager call you."

Though I know she didn't want me to see it, I watched as her shoulders slumped in relief and she finally made eye contact with me. I couldn't help but give myself a moment to look over her beautiful features, pursing my lips at the faintest of freckles across her nose and how she had moved her hair to the side of her neck where I had put a nice hickey.

"Lucian."

I met her impatient gaze and raised an eyebrow. I couldn't help the staring; Mel was beautiful and what was even sexier was the fact that she knew that and carried it with confidence—not too much where it was annoying but where she knew she was turning heads when she walked into the room.

And if she wanted me to chase her then I'll do exactly that.

"The staring," she called out.

Despite the irritation of her voice, I could hear the slight breathlessness to it. I bit back my smirk and rested my elbows on the desk, handing her a file instead before I decided to do anything I'd regret. She opened it cautiously and went through the papers, her full lips pursed in concentration.

"Because you're my new personal assistant, it's your job to schedule any appointments I have, answer calls, and help me with simple paperwork that doesn't really concern me," I explained to her, watching her nod slowly to my words. "Oh, and fetching me a coffee sometimes."

When she raised an unimpressed brow, I couldn't help but shrug. "My last PA did it—it always makes my day."

Mia shook her head to herself and ran a hand through her dark hair, then met my awaiting stare.

"Anything else?" She asked, leaning back into her leather seat.

She looks so fucking small in that giant chair.

"Do you have to go for that lunch tomorrow?" I couldn't help but ask before my brain could stop me.

For fuck's sake. My fucking mouth can never just keep shut like yesterday. I didn't mean to follow her, and make out with her in a washroom (we'll call that more of a happy accident though), but my legs kind of dragged me to her.

Even though she wants nothing to do with me now—and it's my fault.

And apparently my brain likes reminding me of the stupid fucking mistakes I've made, too.