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nervous.”
Luka froze. “Wh…” He cleared his throat. “What did you just say?”
Caylie frowned. “That I was nervous?”
“Before that.”
Caylie wrinkled her nose. “Really? I never thought you’d be so---”
“Caylie,” he gritted out even as his heart started to beat hard again, just like how it was in his dream.
And then Caylie was saying huskily, “Please?”
It was the exact same tone that the girl in his dreams had used when she begged him to make her come. He closed his eyes. This time, the girl was no longer faceless. This time, the girl had a name. And he was so goddamn fucked.
     
    Present Time
     
    “Luka Georgiades is requesting permission to enter.” Alicia, one of the dozen of maids working for us, buzzed me in my room through the intercom phone that night. Alicia was also Caro, as were the rest of the staff. Humans rarely made it to Caro households. It was just too risky.
    “Send him up. He knows his way.”
    Luka’s knock came at exactly six in the evening, which didn’t surprise me. He had always been a stickler for punctuality.
    "Come in." I remained in my seat, legs crossed, back relaxed against the velvet chair.
    The door opened slowly, giving me ample time to prepare myself. But it was useless. The moment Luka entered, I knew it was just plain fucking useless. I could never be ready for this – this all-consuming hatred and yearning that threatened to drown me.
    My heart broke at just the familiar feel of his presence, a deceptively quiet sense of power that could strike hard at any moment, like a snake with venomous fangs. My bedroom, which was colossal and lavish in anyone’s standards with its rich oak panels and purple and cream velvet accents, suddenly felt too small and too warm.
    His shoes were the first thing I saw: hand-sewn beautifully stitched leather, un-branded because Luka wasn’t the type, and custom-made because he liked things perfect.
    Swallowing, I let my gaze move up.
    Formal gray pants - these were typical of Luka as well since he almost never wore jeans – not unless I specifically asked him to. And of course his suit jacket – I couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t been wearing a suit the moment he hit puberty.
    My gaze finally reached his face, and my heart crashed against my chest. Shit, oh, oh, shit, I had so not bargained for this!
    Power was one of our greatest turn-on, attracting us like moths to fire, and right now, Luka’s tightly harnessed power---a force that pulsed and throbbed so strongly it was impossible to ignore---just made him the sexiest man alive in any Caro girl’s eyes.
    Breathe, Caylie. It took several seconds before I could make myself look at him again. Gulp. Double gulp. Triple, quadruple---my throat stopped working with all the gulping I was doing, all intentions of being poised and unaffected in his presence thrown out of the window. Just looking at Luka had my senses reeling. The longer he stood there in waiting silence, the epitome of patience, like a freaking unshakably solid glacier, just made me want him more.
    This was so not the plan.
    He was just a year older than me, but now Luka felt centuries – millennia – older. What the hell had he been doing the past two years or so that he had become so powerful, so dazzling it was like he had swallowed an entire star and absorbed all its energy?
    Beautiful was a blasphemy if it were used to describe Luka Georgiades now. He was so much more than that, making me itch to frame him so I wouldn’t have to share him with anyone else. The bright locks of his hair, his pretty violet eyes, and damn it even wearing glasses just made him sexier. It made you want to be the only girl who could take them off.
    “Hello, Caylie.”
    I jerked at how cold his voice was, like we didn’t have history together. I knew he sounded like this with everyone – but not with me. He wasn’t like this with me before.
    Luka wasn’t smiling either.
    Oh, so now I didn’t even deserve a fucking smile,