Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3 Read Online Free PDF

Painfully shy … but easy on the eyes all the same.” He laughs, shaking his head, and opens the door for me. Thank fuck, there is hope for the poor girl yet. She may be saved from Ronan: the walking fucking hard-on.
    “I will take your word for it. Okay, I will be upstairs in the gym if you need me. I might try and catch the physio before she leaves.” I switch the light off behind me. He gives me a roguish smirk before he leaves.
    I head to my office on the ground floor next door to the admin office and throw my suit jacket over the chair. After listening to my voicemails, checking my emails, I grab my sports bag to change. If I can see this physio today, I do not want to wear my suit trousers and shirt. I want to be comfortable.
    On the way to the changing rooms, I meet several of my club members and a few of my personal trainers who work there. I briefly talk and catch up with them. Many of the women purposely stop to catch my attention. I pride myself on my people skills and am always pleasant to them. I am not in the club that often as Osurac head office is my home base, but I like to make a point of getting to know the regulars and the staff on the floor.
    It does take some restraint to be the “professional boss” when I have tits bouncing in my face everywhere I go. There is fucking flesh, curves, and tight little asses everywhere you look in clubs like these. And those shit hot sports bras they wear … fuck, they should be illegal. They might as well exercise in their lingerie.
    The footballers’ wives are the worst for testing a man’s resolve. They come in all manicured, made-up, and look like centrefold models in their fitness gear. Definite eye-candy. Ah, the big man up there likes me after all it appears.

 
     
     
    Part one: Lussuria ~ Lucca’s Words
    “Lussuria ~ Chapter Two: Chemistry”
     
     
     
Chapter 1
     
    Chance Encounters
     

     
    I change into my running clothes and let out a deep, hearty groan as I bend over to tie my running shoes. I hope this ache passes because I would hate to be uncomfortable on the flight tomorrow, and I do not have the luxury of chartering a jet this week.
    Eric and Claude, my preferred pilots, are on holiday, and the jet I commonly use has already been chartered and then is having interior renovations done inside the main cabin. I need to fly business class on an ordinary flight, which means fucking about in airports, hanging around, and minimal comfort and leg room. Not ideal.
    I throw my gear into a locker and quickly look around to check that the place is being well-kept and is presentable. The changing rooms look good after a recent refurbish. I am glad I went with the aged oak, marble tops, and granite tiles. Good choice. The Osurac boys have done an excellent job in here.
    Upstairs, passing through the gym, still quiet before the after-work rush fills every piece of equipment, and the queue for the fitness classes begin outside the studios, I reach the clinic door noticing it is ajar. I find a young woman sitting on the floor gasping for air and mumbling something.
    The sexy brunette.
    Fuck … she sounds like she is crying. I need to ask her if she is okay. I cannot leave her like this. She is a member of staff, and I should be looking after them and do not see anyone else around to comfort her. She looks so small and delicate, shoulders jerking, nose sniffling while she weeps.
    Shit!
    “Hey, is everything okay? Are you alright?” I say before tapping faintly on the door.
    I must have startled her. She jumps up, slams her phone down, keeps her back to me, and says she is fine. She is not fine. Far from it.
    “Can I help you? I’m sorry, it’s rude of me not to turn around, but I’m looking awful at the moment. If you can give me a minute, please, I’d appreciate that.”
    Her voice quavers, but the accent is charming. Definitely Scottish, however I cannot place the mixed intonation. An influence from South Africa … Australia … or New Zealand.