Page 74 of A Win-Win Situation
Did I wear my shorts that accentuated the size of my ass on purpose?
Yes, I did.
Sue me, I’m only human.
I intentionally picked a time when I knew he would be home so that he could catch a glimpse of my ass in the air doing downward facing dog. My entire strategy revolved around making him notice me and, for once, lose his composure. I envisioned how he would grab me with those large hands before touching me in ways that would have left me screaming his name.
I think we’re just two horny people that need to get it over and done with. We’ll do the deed once or twice, and then we can focus on what’s important, which is deceiving people until after the hotel opening we’ve been working on. But I don’t think he will go for it. He’s very stubborn, has the self-control of a monk, and often mentions how this business agreement has turned out much better than he expected because we have become such goodfriends.
Somedays I hate that word, but that’s the situation I’m in, and I’m happy it’s with a man like Lucas.
He’s considerate. He wakes up early every morning to work out and prepares breakfast for both of us. If he has to leave for work earlier than usual, he ensures that I'm informed. Whether it's by leaving notes in the kitchen or telling me directly, he never leaves without making sure I'm aware.
He always asks me about my day, wanting to hear about it instead of only talking about himself, which is new to me. He seems genuinely interested in my life. Not to mention, he takes me out on dates. I know it’s to keep up appearances and meetnew people, but I like it. It feels good when he puts his arm around me or holds my hand while we’re in deep conversation. It might seem crazy, but in those moments, it doesn’t feel like we’re faking it. It feels real.
Lucas has slowly opened up to me, and I feel privileged to be let into his world. I’ve learned that he’s a dog person and that he grew up with a Shibu Inu named Asal, which he told me means "honey" in Arabic. He even showed me a picture of them together. It was adorable. I might have made him send it to me, to make it the wallpaper of my phone.
He also loves to spend time with his charity, to be with the kids who’ve lost their parents, just like him. My heart swelled when he told me about them and he even promised to take me to see them soon. I really don't know how my uterus will handle that, but we’ll tackle that problem when we get there.
This morning, we slept a little longer because Lucas gave everyone the day off due to some plumbing issues in the office building. Despite that, he still wakes up earlier than me, as always, to make us breakfast. The smell of crêpes fills the air as I walk into the kitchen. Crêpes-day is my favorite; some days he makes the most delicious scrambled eggs, other days he makes me a smoothie, because, according to him, we also have to be "healthy." And apparently, to be healthy, we can't eat French toast and crêpes every day, which I disagree with, but I lost the battle the last time we discussed it, so I won’t bring it up for a while.
I catch sight of him standing by the stove, his back on full display. Oh, how I love it when he cooks shirtless. I halt in my steps, gazing at him for a few moments, admiring the sculpted contours of his physique. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it; he’s a masterpiece.
He turns to face me, his lips curling into a charming smile that shows off the dimples I’ve grown accustomed to as he greets me. "Good morning."
I settle onto a bar stool at the kitchen island and begin slicing up some fresh fruit while savoring the aroma of the steaming cappuccino in the cup he places before me.
As we sit down to enjoy our breakfast together—another sweet moment I’ve come to love—his phone rings, and he excuses himself from the table after seeing the caller's ID.
"Don't wait for me, eat your breakfast." He points to the food with a nod before walking away to take the call, leaving me alone to do as I was told. I’ve noticed that he’s quite adamant about me eating. Whenever I happen to skip a meal, or forget to drink water, he's quick to notice and immediately springs into action. He'll give me a gentle scolding and insist on buying me something to eat or drink to make up for it. It's as if he won't rest until he knows I'm taking proper care of myself.
I barely notice when he returns and says my name, startling me out of my reverie. As I turn to face him, my eyes are immediately drawn to his chiseled chest and toned biceps. His arms are crossed, making his muscles bulge even more.
My cheeks flush as I try to maintain eye contact, but it's impossible to resist the magnetism of him. He stands there, leaning against the wall, all confident and alluring, and I can't help but feel captivated by his presence as he fixes his gaze on me.
It’s not fair. I’ve been fighting my attraction toward him for a month, and if I hadn’t bought that little vibrator, I would have crumbled and embarrassed myself many days ago by either jumping him or begging him to jump me.
His gaze shifts to my lips, and a smile spreads across his face. As he takes a few steps towards me, I have to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact with him. Without a word, he raises hishand to my chin, his thumb gently brushing against the corner of my lips, his eyes locked on mine the entire time. "You had some sugar there."
His thumb brushes against my lips again, this time lingering over the fullest part before bringing his thumb to his own lips and licking off the sugar. I follow his movement, and my cheeks flush with heat as I get the overwhelming urge to lick the sugar off his thumb myself.
But just as quickly as the moment occurs, he casually sits back down on the stool next to mine and begins eating his breakfast as if nothing happened. I can't help but feel confused and flustered by the mixed signals he's sending me.
Is this what friends do in Europe? I've never experienced this level of intimacy with a friend before. Normally, people wouldtellme I had something on my face and then allow me to remove it. They don’t clean it off themselves.
What is he playing at?
After breakfast, I make myself comfortable in the living room, continuing the show we started yesterday. Sitting with Lucas and watching TV shows together has become my favorite part of the day. Just having someone to share time with is comforting since I don’t have my girls here anymore and I’ve yet to make friends in Nice. The only one I have is him, at least for a few more months.
"Are you watching without me?" Lucas makes a shocking gasp and puts his hand over his open mouth as he walks toward me. He’s now dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
Bummer.
"Oh, sorry. I just turned it on. You haven’t missed much." I lie—I’ve watched an entire episode.
A pillow smacks me in the face as if he read my thoughts, and laughter springs out of him. "I’ve heard the sound of the TV for at least thirty minutes, you liar."
I pick up the same green pillow and throw it back at him, but he catches it in his hands.
