When I'm with You (Because You Are Mine 2) - Page 2

“I . . . I’m sorry. Surely one glass wouldn’t hurt,” Mario was sputtering. Lucien dragged his gaze off Elise’s face. “I know it’s your personal stock, but—”

“You’re fired,” Lucien interrupted succinctly.

Mario blinked. Lucien started to walk away.

“Lucien, you can’t do that!” Elise exclaimed.

He whipped around at the sound of her voice. For a second he just stared at her.

“How long has it been?” he asked her, his quiet question for her, and her alone. He saw a strange mixture of emotions cross her beautiful face—discomfort, confusion . . . anger.

“It’s been close to two years since that night at Renygat,” she said, referring to his successful nightclub and restaurant in Paris. He had to hand it to her. Despite the riot of emotion that’d flickered across her face, she was all cool aristocrat by the time she spoke. Damn her. Any man who tried to decode the enigma of Elise was doomed to a lifetime obsession. Who was she? Uncontrollable bad-girl heiress or luminous, golden, elusive ray of sunshine that beckoned and taunted?

“Lucien, don’t be so hasty,” Elise said softly, a witch’s smile shaping lips that could probably tempt a man to do murder. “It would be silly to fire Mario because of how you feel about me.”

“I’m not firing him because of how I feel about you,” he said levelly. The vision of Mario’s hand on her white skin flashed into his mind’s eye. Liar. He willfully ignored the taunting voice in his head. “I’m firing him because he underhandedly procured the restaurant’s security code, broke into my private property, and stole from my personal stash.”

She’d cut her long, glorious mane of blond hair since he’d last seen her two years ago. She wore it short now, the gleaming waves combed behind her ears. He’d have thought the shearing of those curls and tresses might have symbolized the taming of Elise’s infamous wild spirit, but he’d have thought wrong. Elise’s rebellion came from her eyes. Anger stiffened her features. She must have forgotten that her typical charms didn’t work on Lucien.

“You can’t fire Mario,” she stated, all traces of seductive allurement replaced by annoyed stubbornness. Lucien had to force himself not to smile at the abrupt alteration.

“I can do whatever I please. This is my place.”

He saw a familiar defiant expression tighten her features, the same one she’d worn when she was fourteen and he’d told her that a stallion in his father’s stables was too strong and dangerous for her to control—an expression he was very fond of, despite it all.

“But—”

“There’s no but about it,” Lucien said, forcing his tone into its usual calm cadence and volume. He would not let the presence of Elise set him off balance. She had a habit of doing just that—of whipping the usually staid upper crust of European society into a scandalized whirlwind with her outrageous stunts . . . of sending a man spinning with her unparalleled beauty and the temptation of taming her. He remembered all too well how he’d nearly succumbed to her siren song during their last meeting at Renygat. He recalled Elise looking up at him as she unfastened his pants, her fingertips brushing against a cock that teemed with hot, raw lust, her lips red and puffy from his earlier angry possession of her mouth, her eyes shining like fire-infused sapphires, the taste of her lingering on his tongue, addictive and sweet.

“You want to forget your past, Lucien? I’m going to make you feel so good, you’re going to forget everything that happened with your father. That’s a promise.”

His body tightened at the memory. He’d believed her. If anyone could make him forget for one glorious, nirvanic moment, it was Elise. It had cost him to send her away that night, but he’d done it. She manipulated as easily as she breathed. She knew precisely how to slip the most formidable foe in her hip pocket and make him beg like a hungry dog.

And to add to that risk, Elise knew too much, after that night at Renygat.

She still did, damn it.

There’s only one way he would ever invite Elise into his life, and she would never agree to play by those rules. Not Elise Martin.

Would she? a small voice in his head taunted.

“I want both of you to get out of here. You’re lucky I don’t call the police,” Lucien stated, starting to turn again. He paused when he noticed Mario move jerkily toward him from the corner of his eye. Apparently, the chef had regained some of his typical hauteur in the intervening seconds.

“Don’t be a fool. You have to open Fusion tomorrow. You need me. What will you do for a chef?”

“I’ll manage. I’ve been in this business long enough to know how to deal with stealing employees.”

“Are you calling me a thief? An employee?” Clearly, Mario couldn’t decide which label was more insulting: criminal or paid worker. His color faded beneath his olive-toned skin.

Lucien paused, gauging, taking in the glassiness of Mario’s eyes. Apparently, Mario had imbibed his fair share before he’d brought Elise here to ply her with Lucien’s brandy. Did he plan to make love to her on the leather couch in his private office as well? The thought sent his anger to a low boil. He supposed Mario might be attractive enough to some women, but he was in his forties, and far too old to be seducing Elise. No matter that Elise had probably taken four times as many lovers as him, Mario was still a rutting cradle robber, as far as Lucien was concerned.

“I hadn’t yet called you a thief, but that’s precisely what you are. Among other things.”

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