Call Me SIr novel Chapter 9

I take a deep breath as I lock the bathroom door behind, really do not want Lucas walking in on me changing, though something tells me that it would take more then a bathroom lock to stop him getting to something which he desires. I glance around the bathroom, stopping once my eyes land upon the mirror, Jesus! I look a mess. I watch my reflection in horror as I take in the curls which fell messily from my ponytail, good thing I didn't wear any makeup this morning, I mean who wears makeup when running? it just ends up being a mess anyway. I cannot believe he threw me in the sea and then didn't even say anything about how much of a mess I looked. Maybe he doesn't care about what you look like? My mind really needs to shut up, I can't start thinking like that, I mean we've kissed, he threw me in the sea and now I am in his home, about to wear his clothes, I am already in way too deep with this man.

I quickly remove my wet clothing, remembering Mr Davey's warning about keeping him waiting, realising when it was too late that he had only given me grey t-shirt and pair of boxers, damn him! relief washes over me when I notice that the shirt reaches just above my knees, well thank god for that! at least it isn't too revealing.

I fold my clothes up before unlocking the door and carrying them downstairs with me, attempting to keep my head held high, I shall not let him turn me into a stuttering mess.

"My my, someone looks better in my clothes then I do" My eyes widen as I notice him leaning against the doorframe watching me intensely! how did I not notice him before.

"Thank you Mr Davey" I attempt to hide my blush as I reach the bottom of the stairs.

"Call me Lucas, I mean, you are in my home, wearing my clothes. I don't think there's any need for this Mr Davey nonsense, well not yet anyway" He smirks to himself, leaving words unsaid, not yet? holy crap this man is going to be the end of me

"Come on Lizzie, I have a pot of coffee made. Believe it or not I feel bad that you might get ill from me being inconsiderate" I watch him carefully, the cold hard demeanour disappearing once again, Lucas was giving me whiplash, one moment he was making feeling like a small child and the next he's acting as if he really cares about my wellbeing?

"Well are you coming or not" I nod my head as he leads me towards the kitchen and pulls at a stool situated in front of a breakfast bar "Here, sit. How do you have your coffee?"

I stare dumbfounded, confused as to what changed between going upstairs and now "Erm, milk 2 sugars please" Something tells me I will never understand Lucas.

"and here I was thinking you were sweet enough" As Lucas winks, I burst out laughing, earning myself a weird look. "Something funny Lizzie?" Still in my fit of laughter I attempt to reply "tha..that was so cheesy!" My laughter suddenly stops as Lucas is stood before me, a serious look upon his face "all the different ways I could have stopped you laughing Miss Sevenfold" His eyes swirl a darker colour, oh how I'm starting to love his eyes, I understand now why people describe eyes as windows to the soul.

"Nothing is matter at all Lucas, I mean nothing has happened that will ever leave any sort of impression" I smile sweetly as he growls, lunging for me, "I shall show you an impression" His lips press to mine once again, this time with much work force then before as he hands rest of my hips. holy fuck his lips feel perfect on mine, I should not be kissing my teacher but Jesus it feels so good. Lucas bites at my lower lip causing me to gasp at the dominance which is clearly displayed through the kiss. As he pulls away, we are both out of breath,

"Better impression for you, Miss Sevenfold?" his lips are still millimetres from mine.

"Much better" I whisper, biting my lip. I wanted to feel his lips on mine over and over again.

Lucas pulls away, causing me to frown "Now now, none of that. If you are good, then maybe I'll reward you with some more. Now come, bring your coffee, there's some things I wish to discuss with you" Lucas walks out of the room as it hurries to catch up with him. I wonder what he wants to say to me.