Convincing her

The couple went to Jen's restaurant for lunch. Even though they would normally need to make a reservation a couple of weeks ahead, Jen was able to get a private room since she was the owner after making a call in the morning.

After lunch, the two of them went back to the hotel. Jen went to their room to arrange her things and also to unpack the things she had bought on the previous day.

Besides cosmetics, most of the things she had gotten were for Lucas, so she was not really pressured to finish unpacking everything. And knowing him, he would do it himself. 

She was busy in the closet, so she was unaware of what he was doing in the kitchen. Lucas, who had arranged a couple of bottles of alcohol on the kitchen counter, was currently watching a video online on how to make cocktails.

As he was mixing the drinks, he started wondering whether it was time to renovate the hotel rooms and create small bar spaces in the suites and put proper bar spaces in the penthouses. He would definitely benefit from that because even though he had bar space in his penthouse, it was not in the living space and was actually in the pool area, which was inconvenient to use.

Jen finished sooner than she expected as the clothes were already folded and all she had to do was remove the tags on them. When she came to the kitchen, she sat on the barstool at the kitchen counter and watched as Luca96451s was seriously making cocktails.

"What are you doing?" Jen asked the obvious as she picked a random glass on the kitchen counter and took a sip of the drink in it.

"Mmmh," she exclaimed as she looked at the drink in her glass. She downed the rest of it while Lucas was not paying attention before looking up at him.

"What was that drink?" Jen asked as she showed him her empty glass. Lucas looked at her with a dumbfounded expression on his face before he looked at the glass she was holding.

Alcohol was normally deceptively sweet, especially distilled alcohols, you can only tell it was alcohol when you get a hold of the aftertaste most of the time. But the burning sensation normally left a bitter taste in your mouth that could not be cancelled out unless you had a different drink.

"I just learned the cocktail, should I make you another one?" Lucas asked her as he kept his attention on to what he was making at the moment.

"No need," Jen said as she picked up another glass and took a sip of it. It was also deceptively sweet, but unlike the last one, it did not mask the taste of alcohol and she could actually feel the burn as the drink went down her oesophagus.

"Why are you learning all of this?" Jen asked curiously.

"You become very interesting once you are drunk," Lucas said as he leaned on the counter and made eye contact with Jen.

"I want to see all of your sides," Lucas said, and Jen's cheeks flushed almost on reflex. She had acted quite outrageously the previous night, but it did not look like Lucas was going to pursue the things that happened between the two of them. Now that she was seemingly drunk once more, she was not sure if this was something she could further ignore.

"I shouldn't have drunk anything, I'm leaving in a couple of hours," Jen said as she slumped on the counter and peeked at Lucas. 

"Don't worry, we can still delay the flight by two to three hours if we have to, but you would have sobered up by then," Lucas said as he stroked her reddened cheek.

She was leaving at night and was expecting to arrive back home very early in the morning. But it was no problem if they delayed the flight, she might just end up too tired as she won't have much rest once she got home.

"Do you think so?" Jen asked as she closed her eyes when Lucas pushed her hair away from her face.

"Mmmh," Lucas agreed with a helpless smile.

"But still, I don't want you stumbling around at the airport," Lucas said and took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and placed it in front of her. Jen sat up once more and looked up at Lucas.

"What did you mean when you said I become more interesting when I'm drunk?" She asked him suddenly as she rested her chin on her hand and continued to look up at Lucas. Lucas only smiled ambiguously but did not answer her as he took the empty glasses from the counter to the sink to wash.

"You won't tell me?" Jen asked, and Lucas only chuckled in response. Jen got up from the barstool and walked around the kitchen counter into the kitchen and hugged Lucas from behind. Lucas's actions paused for a moment before continuing with what he was doing with a smile.

"Hm?" Jen encouraged as she stood on her toes and rested her chin on his shoulder to look at how he was washing the dishes. It was an action that Lucas found cute that she would not normally do when sober.

"You don't know?" Lucas asked as he arranged the glasses on the dish rack and wiped his hands dry with a kitchen towel before turning around.

"What don't I know?" Jen asked as she was forced to stand on her feet as Lucas turned around to look at her. Lucas smiled helplessly as he looked at her expression.

"I'll tell you if you give me a kiss," Lucas said as he leaned against the sink and looked at her. Jen looked up at the man who was not even being polite enough to bend down so she could reach him with a frown. Jen wrapped her arms behind his neck and stood on her toes, but her lips could barely reach his chin.

"Aren't you going to bend a bit?" Jen asked him in exasperation.

"I can, but then I won't tell you anything," Lucas said and suddenly leaned forward, capturing her lips. 'He wasn't planning on telling her from the beginning!' She thought angrily, but soon forgot about it as they kissed.