“That’s because your entire body is moving as it should in motion,” she said. “You’re doing great. But another minute then you stop for today, okay?”
“No problem. We’ll do this again tomorrow, right?”
“Right,” she said.
Luc stood there a moment longer, watched the satisfaction on Caprice’s face reflected from the serious intent of Julian’s. She wasn’t all talk and no action. She was the perfect package, doing just as she said she would for his brother by implementing her unique program with specialized equipment.
Absently he rubbed the weak area of his leg. Was there a chance she could help him as well? Probably so, but he wasn’t going to think of himself or of his brother.
Right now was about Caprice. He wanted to return the favor, do something special just for her.
A moment later he knew just what that would be. He would give her a night to remember. The perfect night she’d been denied.
* * *
Toward dusk, Luc strode down the executive hallway, a box of Noka chocolates and a bottle of Dom Perignon vintage brut champagne in one hand and a bloodred rose in the other. If it looked like an apology, so be it.
He hadn’t been able to think of anything else, other than a diamond ring and undying professions of love, that would embody amore better than what he’d chosen. Besides, after his divorce, he’d vowed he would never risk his heart on a woman again.
So he decided to shower Caprice with romance. Indulge her passions. Prove to her she was a very desirable woman whom he respected and wanted.
He didn’t count the sultry nights spent in each other’s arms, indulging in sex. He certainly didn’t want to revisit that first time, which had been a rushed, frenzied affair.
Every sexual encounter they’d shared had come before he’d known about her attack.
It became clear to him then that she deserved to be pampered and indulged. Made love to deeply and passionately, focusing on her wants and needs and desires instead of his own.
Which is what had brought him here bearing romantic gifts.
He rapped on her door, gripped with an odd nervousness he hadn’t felt in years. Perhaps because doing this for her meant so much to him.
This was to be her night of decadent indulgence. This was to be the one she would remember instead of the painful one, and the harried times they’d made love. This would be the time that she was given all and expected to do nothing but savor each moment.
She swung the door open, her smile a bit uncertain. “You’re right on time.”
“And you are lovely,” he said, visually caressing the blue dress that draped her full bosom before nipping in at her waist to hug her from hips to hem.
“Thanks. You look amazingly handsome as always,” she said.
“For you.” He handed her the rose and chocolates before lifting the bottle. “I thought this would be an excellent time to have a pre-celebration drink to toast the near completion of our therapy pod.”
“Good idea. The work has been intense the past week but well worth the effort,” she said, taking a leisurely inhalation of the rose and smiling. “Wow! I never expected this. Thank you, Luciano.”