Chapter 23: Delight in Brussels

“How did you get a hotel room with such late notice?” I ask, twirling around the room once Lucas shuts the door behind us. “And a hotel this beautiful? Wow.”

“You forget who you’re dealing with, my love. I am a very powerful man of grandstanding,” Lucas smirks happily and puffs out his chest. I laugh and explore further into the room.

“That is true. How could I forget, your Highness?” I turn and wink at him and he makes a face. “What?” I chuckle.

“I can’t tell if I hate when you say that or if it’s a turn-on,” Lucas admits and then he advances on me. He wraps me in his arms, pulling me to his chest.

“Oh is that right? Your Highness,” I say again, testing it out. Lucas wraps his hand in my hair and gently pulls my head back. I look up at him and see his eyes darkening with his desire for me.