“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, just parenting stuff is all. I’ll be right back.”
I make my way through the crowded restaurant to the hallway where the restrooms are, and find Lukas standing there, waiting for me.
“What are you doing?” I demand.
“I was going to ask you the same. Who is that?”
I raise my eyebrows at him. Who does he think he is to be questioning me? “Excuse me? Why is that any of your business?”
“I guess it’s not. But you told me you weren’t ready to date when I asked.”
“It’s not a date. He’s a co-worker.”
“It looks like a date.” He looks back at Tim sitting at the table and then at me. “You could have just told me you were dating someone, Ivy.”
“I am not dating him. And what about you? You’re not here alone either.”
“She’s just a friend. She’s actually dating one of my good friends. I stopped by here on my way home to grab a quick drink and say hello.”
Relief that I have no right to have washes over me. Suddenly, he moves and traps me against the wall with his body and lowers his face close to mine.
“Look, Ivy. We can stay here and eye-fuck each other across the room all night, or you can ditch this boring date you’re with and meet me back at my place in half an hour.”
I lick my lips and look nervously back at the table where Tim is waiting. I have zero interest in him. I should have never agreed to have dinner with him.
“And then what, Lukas?” I ask, turning back to him, our noses touching. “We shared one kiss, and it was probably a mistake.”
A sexy defiant grin spreads across his face.
“I told you already, Sunshine. I don’t make mistakes.” He bows his head down lower until his lips brush across my cheek. “I make memories,” he whispers. “Memories you’ll never forget.”
My heart pounds harder and faster in my chest.
“Lukas . . . please . . . you’re twenty-four. I’m thirty-six-”
His lips on mine quickly shut me up.