Chapter Forty-Two
I didn’t know if I was supposed to ask him about his day. If this were a normal situation with someone that I was with, I would. With Lucian, I didn’t know if he would tell me or if he would even want me to ask. When we had lunch we had talked about shopping and the conversation was easier than I’d expected. I picked up one of the chicken tacos, deciding to just ask.
“So, how was your day, Sir?” I asked, taking a bite. The tortillas were soft and fluffy and tasted homemade.
Lucian’s taco was halfway to his mouth. He looked over at me. The barest hint of a smile curving on his lips. He rested a hand on my inner thigh. “It was good. Did you sleep well?”
I nodded before swallowing. Remembering that he liked words. I must have made him nervous if he was asking the same q
