It nearly sent Luc out of his skin at the knock on the front door, and his head snapped in that direction - pale eyes wide as he stared like he had no idea what the noise just was. He wasn't normally so jumpy, but it probably had something to do with the fact that it was still a new apartment and he wasn't expecting anyone anytime soon. And, by that, he really meant ever. At least for now.
And he still hadn't found his fucking keys.
"I didn't order any pizza.." he muttered under his breath, giving a little snort as he gave up looking underneath his new coffee-colored couch - because wherever his keys were, it probably wasn't under there. He knew it on a logical level, but he was checking anyway simply because he had checked everywhere else. At least, he thought so.
He raked a hand through his tangle of blonde as he made his way to the door. He shot a glance through the peephole, expecting someone like FedEx or a food delivery.. except that was absolutely not who was at his doorstep. Though, he wasn't gonna lie, he would pay good money for a delivery service that exclusively hired attractive females to do their delivering. Hell, maybe he should start one. Damn, he was on a roll for too-late good ideas today.
He unlocked and swung the door open, brows raised with slight expectancy as his eyes did the whole twice-over (because he really couldn't help how shameless he was when it came to beautiful people, but fuck it). It wasn't every day he had a drop dead gorgeous specimen of female randomly knocking on his door - hell, who was he kidding? He never had drop dead gorgeous specimens of female knocking on his door. And he could possibly have mentioned just how much of a fan of long legs in very-high heels he was, except that was rude. Especially for a first encounter.
Plus, that was the kind of talk that only got you laid if you were talking to one of those "sure things," and that wasn't Luc's style. Nor did he think it was hers either, because her style of dress and shoes seemed far too high-dollar for even the classiest prostitutes in the area. Good thing he had the gift of a brain-to-mouth filter, because this could have ended badly for him.
"Uhm, hi - " he said, and his smile - while brilliant - was somewhat caught off-guard and a little awkward in its own way. "I.. do I know you?"
Ah, yes. He'd forgotten how much game he had, it had been so long since he'd talked to somebody on any kind of level other than professional. And by how much game he had? He'd forgotten he didn't have any.