CHAPTER 15 :

"I wasn't sure you felt that kind of way about me." He says, caressing my chest.

"What kind of way?" I say, as I look at him with dreamy eyes.

He shifts closer to me as he pulls me into a deep kiss.

"This kind of way." He answers, his eyes flickering with mischief.

Oh, Mr. Carter likes to play. Great.

"Well, I was certain that I felt that way about you from the very beginning. But, I didn't know that you were so eager to fuck your boss." I say, smirking.

He picks up a pillow lying beside him, and smacks it on my face.

Ow.

"You're so nasty." He comments, grinning.

"Am I now, Mr. Carter?" I arch an eyebrow, eyeing him to understand his next move.

"Well, you promised to take me to dinner." He states, pointing towards me.

Oh, I surely did. And, I'd be glad to do so.

"Why, I remember. Get dressed unless you want to be seen sticking with me, completely naked." I smile.

"You know, sometimes I hate you." He picks up his clothes and starts dressing up.

Oh, how I wish you did. So that I had no chance of pulling you into my mess.

I quickly put on a black shirt and denim black jeans. Now, I'm ready.

"Lucas, come on, be quick." I frown. He's still struggling to wear his shoes.

He scowls at me, "I can't. These boots are annoying. I can't tie them!"

Not being able to tie boots exasperated him. How ridiculous!

I stalk towards the couch, as I kneel infront him. I take the laces of the boots when Lucas jerks the shoe out of my hand.

What gives?

"Are you a crazy guy?" He growls.

"I don't understand. I mean, yeah, I am, by all faith. But, I haven't done anything crazy now!" I answer in a smooth tone.

"You're older than me, you're my boss! Why did you even touch my shoe? That's not respectable, Godfrey." He frowns.

What!? This is all because I bent down to tie his shoes? Bullshit.

I grab him and make him sit on the couch. One hand, grasping his shoulder to keep him from making another move and the other, tieing the shoe laces.

"Damn. Fuck, you're so strong. I can barely move!" He narrows his eyes.

Super strength, baby.

I finish tieing the laces and I get up and offer him a hand. He takes the hand, and stands up.

"You know, you shouldn't have…um, touched my feet. You're my boss." He averts his gaze towards the floor.

This again? Fuck.

"I have every right to do that. And this matter isn't up for debate. I can tie your shoe laces whenever you can't. That's it." My voice is domineering.

"Okay, fine. I'm sorry." He grabs my hand and pulls me closer, slowly running his hand on my arm.

"It's okay." My gaze softens.

"So, lead the way, Mr. Godfrey." He grins.

Playful Lucas is back. Good, I like him this way.

We quickly get out of my room, as I stride towards the elevator, and I and Lucas get in. I open the first 4 buttons of my shirt, and I press the ground floor button.

I watch Lucas fidgeting near me, as he's staring intently at the undone buttons of my shirt.

Game on, Mr. Carter.

"Staring?" I say, pulling him out of his misery.

"Uh…I, Da-Damian." He mumbles out some coherent syllables.

"Should I make my people to paint a portrait of me for you to stare at?" I snake a hand around his waist, as I pull him closer until his face is a few inches away from mine.

"Or, should I show you an exquisite site, many people wish to see?" I smirk.

"This is an elevator, Damian." He denies.

What? He denied me? Who did that? No one for the last 2 centuries! Ugh.

"You were the one who came upon me!" I smirk, pointing a finger towards him.

People literally drool over my good looks! And he denied me! What the fuck.

"And you were the one who opened his shirt!" He snaps, accusing me.

"Hmm…what a keen observation!" I grin. Good, he's wearing a my t-shirt and it has no button system. So, he can't tease me. But, I can.

The double doors open, revealing the ground floor. Lucas and I walk out of the elevator, finding our Audi in the garage. Here we go!