As she approached the door to Lucas' office, Leslie took a deep breath, trying to calm her already fast-beating heart.
She didn't want to see him. Not so soon after she had thought of him last night.
At the bar, she was charmed by his looks. This time around she wouldn't be swayed by anything concerning him.
Schooling her face, she knocked on the door and waited for permission.
“Enter,” she heard.
Twisting the door handle, she let herself into his office. Immediately she was drawn in by the huge futuristic painting of a wolf with golden eyes that hung on the wall. Its eyes seemed to glow the longer you looked at it.
Was that Lucas?, she wondered.
And there he was, seated on his chair behind a huge desk. The large window behind his desk made his figure more imposing than ever.
