"I'm busy," I manage, hoping to deflect him, but Lucas holds his ground, or should I say me in place.
Lucas frowns the lines of worry etching deeper on his forehead. "Can we talk?"
"Not now," I reply, my voice firmer than I felt. "Need I remind you that we're in public and better yet, at work sir? We should keep our professional standards at best to allow smooth workflow."
Traitor! I feel like a fucking traitor for saying that as if I wasn't the one who initiated the romance episode in his office the last time we were intimate here.
But he doesn't take the hint. The tension between us is palpable, each breath we take sounding seemingly louder and ferocious.
"Iris, please. I know things got heated yesterday, but we need to sort this out. I don't want to fight."
