Chapter Fourteen
In which she crashed in his place.
Ayne Kent.
"Why is your place so... dark?"
Lucas sighed, holding me to one of his chairs that seems like a treat themselves. It was so soft that I snuggled into it, a small chaste of a smile appeared on my face due to comfort.
"Did your place stay in the sun too long? Causing it to darken?"
He frowned, "I didn't plan to spend my night with a freaking drunken lady."
A laugh erupted in my lips, giggling at the man standing before me. Since I purposely got drunk in a very unladylike manner in the limo and my house would be deserted by now, he decided to bring me to his house to spend the night.
And for some reason, his office screams my presence.
"Do you have alcohol in here?" I asked, looking arou
