A Dominant Man by Lena Black Read Free Book Online

him.
    I stow the silly thought and attempt to forget it.
    “Pudding sound good?”
    He cocks a brow and smiles devilishly again. I know exactly what perverted thought is going through that oversexed mind of his.
    “You’re such a pervert.”
    “I’m a guy,” he replies with a huge grin and a shrug.
    “Same difference, ” I retort on my way back to the couch.
    He smiles coyly at me, grabbing the cup and spoon I’m holding out for him. I settle back onto the sofa and rip the lid off my cup.
    W hile taking a taste of his chocolaty treat he asks, “So, what was with you and Mr. Boss Man?”
    “I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
    “What do you mean, you don’t know?”
    “I don’t know where we stand. I guess he’s just an acquaintance. We’re supposed to talk in a few days. I’ll know then.”
    “Do you like him?” he asks with an expression on his face that resembles jealousy. I shrug it off.
    Why would he be jealous?
    “It’s too soon to tell. I don’t know him.”
    “I mean, are you into him?”
    I pause. Suddenly, I feel flush and a bit embarrassed. It’s not as if I haven’t talked boys with him before, but this feels weird.
    “Yes, I am. Even with his back and forth crap.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “He’s hot and cold constantly. I don’t know what the hell he wants.”
    “He likes you. It’s in the way he looks at you.”
    “That’s what I’ve heard.”
    I shrug my shoulders. I’m not in the mood to talk about it a nymore and focus on the TV screen as the credits roll on.
     
    A t eight on the dot Sunday morning my cell goes off, waking me from my beer induced sleep. Damn, I was actually hoping to sleep in today. I answer my phone half-asleep, not thinking to check the caller ID.
    “Hello?” I yawn out.
    “Good morning, Gabrielle .” Hunt’s smooth voice nuzzles against my ear and I shoot up, wide-awake.
    “Good morning,” I reply cheerfully.
    “I didn’t mean to wake you. I tried to wait until it was a reasonable time for you. How is your weekend thus far? Well I hope.”
    “Yeah, it’s going. How’s your trip?”
    “It’s going. Thank you for asking. I’m calling to let you know I will be coming back on schedule, and I would like to have lunch with you tomorrow. Will you join me for lunch?”
    I’m so excited he’s on the phone, I don’t hear more than lunch and tomorrow.
    “Yes, I’ll have lunch with you.”
    “Good. I’ ll pick you up at noon. Be ready and waiting at your desk. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
    “Yes, tomorrow,” I murmur.
    “Gabrielle?”
    “Yes, Damian?”
    “I’ve thought of nothing but you since our last encounter.”
    He hangs up, leaving me to stare wide-eyed out into spa ce. My heart’s in my throat. I can’t breathe. I’m frozen in place.
    O nce I regain my wits, I inhale deeply .
    I, Gabrielle Sophia Hyde, mortal being, will be having lunch with Damian Hunt, Adonis, and he’s thinking of me, too.
    Grinning from ear to ear, I throw myself back onto the bed and have a total freak out. I giggle and flail my limbs like some crush stricken teenager.
    I jump out of bed and bolt for my closet, sifting through my clothes , to find an outfit and figure a hairdo to do with it. I’m not someone who’s big into clothes and things of that sort. In fact, the less time I spend on it, the better.
    I can be a girly girl with a decent sense of style, but I can also be a tomboy. I don’t believe I’ve ever actually planned an ensemble for a man, but this guy is worth looking my best for and spending a little extra time to do it. The rest of the day, I spend lounging around, thinking of Hunt and his piercing green eyes.
     
    M onday couldn’t come soon enough. I wake before my alarm and run to the bathroom to start getting ready. I straighten my hair, choosing to leave it down, and apply mascara, liner, and clear lip-gloss. I selected a dark purple dress with a square neckline and capped sleeves. It’s body-hugging on top, widening a