“Well, delivery is done, let's go to dinner," he chirped and looked up at me. Are you ready?
I couldn't believe it. Why did he want us to go out together? He must have had a plan. I was pretty sure he wasn't attracted to me. I was so sure he was all fake. The real Lucian wasn't out yet. The role of smiling, gentlemanly, perfect Lucian was part of a ruse.
“I told you I wasn't going out with you," I reminded him.
“Alone," he pointed out smartly. And I respect that.
“Then why so insistent? “I dared to ask, and folded my arms with a sly, suspicious smile. Have I impressed you?
Lucian widened the Grinch's grin. Nothing could take away his air of an evil character with wicked, hidden agendas.
He reserved, suspiciously, the answer to my last question.
“It's just a dinner to smooth things o
