Was that a touch of resignation in her voice? Expectation? Hard to tell through the door.

For a moment he was just a little disappointed when he opened the door and saw she had changed as well. It only made sense of course. He doubted sitting behind that desk in her club clothes would be very comfortable. She still looked hot, just in a more naughty librarian kind of way in a red button down shirt opened deeply enough to show a bit of cleavage and her hair still up in the French twist.

She raised her eyebrow at him as he sauntered across the room, settling back into the same chair he’d taken last time. The slight soreness of his bottom as he settled into the comfortable seat felt odd but not entirely bad.

“What’re you doing?” he asked, keeping his tone casual. Asking as a friend, not a partial owner of Marquis.

“Making notes about tonight’s class. Is there something I can help you with?” As she spoke, she picked up a pen, tapping it soundlessly against the blotter on her desk.

Instead of answering her, Luke let his gaze drift over to the vase of roses on the side of her desk. “Beautiful flowers.”

Her lips pursed and he was pretty sure she was holding back both laughter and an impulse to yell at him.

“You should stay out of my office when I’m not in it,” she said.

He noticed she didn’t actually order him to stay out.

It was hard not to look smug. She’d liked the flowers. And the chocolate, he assumed, since the bar was missing.

“Do you have a reason to think I was in here?” he asked as innocently as he could.

Again she looked like she was holding back either a smile or a scolding. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure which he would like better from her.

“If I catch you, you won’t like the consequences.”

“Well, we don’t really know what I like or dislike yet, but I’m willing to experiment if you are,” he said flirtatiously, leaning forward, which ignited some of the tingling sting back in his ass.

This time he was sure she was holding back a laugh.

“Out,” she ordered, pointing her finger at the door. “I have work to do.”

“See you Sunday, Scarlet,” he said with a wink, standing and sauntering back across the room. He ignored her scowl at the nickname.

Just before he opened the door he glanced over his shoulder and caught her staring at his ass.

Maybe listening to Michael hadn’t been such a bad idea.

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