QUOTE : What was it you called me? Hell’s overlord who wields his lucky pen like it’s… what was that last part?”<br /><br />Enough! Elise’s tolerance disappeared in a sulfurous cloud of smoke. “Hell’s overlord who wields his lucky pen like it’s his staff of masculinity,” she ground out, then lowered her head and furiously pounded on the laptop’s keyboard. <br /><br />Luc laughed and the hairs at the nape of her neck prickled. “Staff of masculinity. How could I have forgotten that? You could have just said—” <br /><br />Her cheeks burned red hot. “I made that up before I knew you liked to beat your lucky pen against the desk.” <br /><br />He turned in his seat and smiled the smile that never failed to raise her body temperature a hundred degrees. “And it was that particular phrase which made your habit of sucking on pen caps all the more bearable.” <br /><br />She glared at him and his smile widened. “Don’t make me get up and come near your desk, Lucien Masters.” <br /><br />“Getting up and coming near my desk are the least of my worries,” he replied in a husky, Southern rumble.