“First of all, and I mean no disrespect to your family, Luke, how dare you say such a thing about your brother.”

Samantha gasps and I continue.

“Not only are you intimating that I’m a whore, but you’re also insinuating that your brother has the intelligence of a mud fence to be with a woman who would take advantage of him because of his celebrity or his money, and be perfectly okay with that.

I don’t need or want Luke’s money.

Not that it’s any of your business, but I do just fine, thank you. I’ve never seen his movies, but I don’t doubt that he’s very talented. What I do know is that he’s amazingly smart, he is honestly the kindest man I’ve ever met, and he is beautiful, inside and out. I will not tolerate anyone speaking about him like that, Ms. Williams.”

I scoot my chair away from the table and stand.

“Natalie,” Luke grabs for my hand, and I squeeze it reassuringly.

“Is there a restroom nearby where I can regroup?” I ask Lucy.

“Of course, dear, down the hall to the left.”

I look down at Luke and then throw caution to the wind and lean down to kiss his lips. “I’ll be back.”

As I walk, more calmly than I feel, down the hall I hear the table erupt in anger at Luke’s sister.

Good. She deserves everything she’s about to get.

I find the bathroom and lock myself inside. Leaning my hands on the vanity, I hang my head, trying to keep the shaking at bay. I know it’s from the adrenaline, but I can’t make it stop.

Maybe I should have kept my big mouth shut, but she just made me so mad! I don’t know what her problem is with me, but she’s been openly hostile all night. And the last comment just pushed me over the edge.

I’m sure his parents now hate me for verbally castigating their daughter at the dinner table. Although, they seemed to be more shocked than anything when it was happening, and Mark had a wide grin on his face as I walked away from the table.

Oh, how am I going to go back out there and face them?

I take five deep breaths. The shaking starts to subside, and I don’t know how long I’ve been locked in the bathroom. I open the door and start the journey back to the table.

Before I can turn the corner I hear Lucy’s soft voice. “Honey, she obviously loves you.”

I stop in my tracks and listen.

“Mom…” Luke starts to speak but Lucy interrupts him.

“I know, it’s none of our business, but it’s pretty clear how she feels about you, honey. Why else would she defend you like that?”

“She’s a keeper,” this is Mark’s voice, I think.

I decide to stop eavesdropping and walk into the room, noticing that Samantha is no longer at the table.

Luke stands and quickly walks to me, wrapping me in his strong arms. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I pull back and smile up at him, then turn to his family. “I’m so sorry for the way I spoke to your daughter…”

Neil holds up a hand to stop my speech. “No, Natalie, we are sorry for her behavior. Please, come finish your meal. Samantha won’t be rejoining us.”

I look up into Luke’s eyes, and he looks nervous and unsure, his eyes searching mine.

“Okay.”

“You’re sure you’re okay,” he murmurs.

“Yes, let’s finish dinner.” We sit back in our places and continue eating.

“This is really delicious,” I smile at Neil and he grins back at me.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love a man who can cook.” I grin at Lucy, who beams back at me, and settle in to enjoy the rest of our evening.

***

Luke is quiet on the way back to his place after dinner. He’s biting his thumbnail, which tells me that he’s thinking. He’s not touched me since we left, and I can’t help but start to feel a little apprehensive.

“Are you okay?” I ask, breaking the silence.

He glances over at me and frowns.

“Of course.”

“Okay. Good.” I clasp my hands in my lap and stare at the lights from the city in the distance out my window. As we pull up to his house, the silence is deafening. He opens my door for me and escorts me up his front steps to usher me inside. He turns on a light as I walk to the kitchen and lay my purse on the breakfast bar.

I turn to look at him, and am surprised to find that he’s not in the room. Where did he go?

I frown as unease starts to unfurl through my stomach. Oh my God, I really screwed up. He must be mad at me for the way I spoke to his sister at dinner. Where is he?

Maybe he wants me to leave, and he’s giving me space to pack my things.

I climb the stairs and head for his bedroom, willing myself not to cry until I get home. I’ll just pack my things and get the hell out of here. Then I can fall apart.

Just before I cross the threshold into his bedroom, my phone pings in my pocket. I pull it out, and I have a text.

From Luke.

Natalie, would you please join me in my bathroom?

Huh?

I walk through the bedroom and to the entrance to the bathroom and stop in my tracks.

He has drawn a bath in that huge egg shaped tub of his and the scent of lavender is hanging in the air. There are candles lit on the vanity and the side of the tub. Luke is standing next to the tub wearing only his jeans, the top button undone.

Finally, I find my voice, but all I can say is, “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I thought you were mad at me.”

“Why?” He walks over to me and grips my chin in his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head back so I can look him in the eye.

“Because you’ve been so quiet since we left your parent’s house.”

“I’ve just been thinking.” His fingers caress my cheek and he tenderly kisses my forehead.

“About?” I whisper.

“Let’s get in the bath.” Oh! I want him to keep talking.

“I’m overdressed for a bath.”

“So you are, baby.” He peels my jacket off my shoulders and down my arms and sets it on a nearby chair. He pulls my dress over my head and gently folds it and places it over the jacket.

“Step out of your shoes.”

I comply, unable to take my eyes from his. He wraps his arms around me and leans down to kiss my shoulder, while unclasping my bra and pulling it down my arms. As he steps back, I hook my thong in my thumbs and push it off my hips, letting it drop to the floor. I stand before him and flush with pleasure at the way his eyes go glassy with desire as he runs them up and down my nakedness.