disappointment.” There’s a teasing smile on
his lips.
“Really?” I laugh.
“You’ll be disappointed if I don’t eat it?”
“Devastated. Crushed.”
“Sounds serious.” I
grin. I’ve having fun with him. Away from Chicago, there’s
a new playful side I never expected.
Dom brings the shell closer to me
and I find my lips parting. “I know how much you love to please
me, Juliet.”
Our eyes lock as I open my mouth.
Sneaky bastard, thinking I’ll do anything to please him. The
thing is, he’s right. I love making him happy, seeing him smile
and knowing it’s because of me.
He tips the shell and the oyster
slides into my mouth. Wow. It’s rich and salty and lemony on my
tongue as I chew. I guess I can see what all the hype is about.
Still, I don’t think I’ll be wanting another.
Dominic leans in and chases it
with a kiss.
“See how pleased I am?”
I roll my eyes and take a bite of
my steak. It was served medium rare with a delicious béarnaise
sauce. So much better. I’m about to take another forkful when
Dominic clears his throat. He looks serious for a moment.
“Juliet, kidding aside, you
do…you make me happy.” He keeps his gaze on me and I see
a flush climb into his cheeks.
My breath catches. He’s
opened up to me in bits and pieces, but never about us. I often
wonder how he feels about me, if there’s something more. But I
don’t let myself dwell on it because the answer might hurt too
much.
But now, he’s looking at me
like this is for real.
“Me too,” I whisper,
my heart pounding. Dom squeezes my hand, then returns to his meal. He
chuckles. “What?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he smiles.
“I was just thinking about the night we met. I’d say our
one night stand turned out pretty well, wouldn’t you?”
My heart drops. Suddenly, there’s
ice water in my veins.
He doesn’t know.
That night we met, it wasn’t
just an accidental encounter in the bar. I was there to seduce him,
or at least, to help someone get incriminating photos. My roommate,
Callie, works for a private investigator, but she was sick, so I was
the one who showed up that night. I wasn’t expecting to meet a
man like Dom. I wasn’t expecting any of this to happen at all.
I take a gulp of my wine, trying
to stay cool. I want to come clean—I hate that I’ve been
lying to him all this time—but it’s too late now. I’ll
just have to live with the guilt, and pray he never finds out.
“Are you tired?” Dom
asks, changing the subject.
“Not at all.”
Relieved to move the conversation on. “That power nap really
did the trick.”
“Do you want to take a
walk? There’s something I’d like to show you.”
The boat approaches a dock. A few
minutes later, we’re secured and Dominic helps me ashore.
The sidewalks are well lit as we
stroll along the riverbank, past historic churches and amazing old
buildings. I hold his hand, drinking it all in. I never could have
imagined this.
“…after the
Resistance—” Dominic stops talking. “You’re
not listening to anything I’m saying, are you?”
I flush. “Sorry, it’s
just that I’m a little overwhelmed here. I mean, just look at
all this.” I gesture.
He smiles. “And here I am,
trying to impress you with all my history lessons. I’ll shut up
now.”
“No!” I protest. “I
love history. I’m listening.”
Dom lifts my hand to his lips and
kisses my knuckles. “I like the silence too. I like just being
with you.”
He turns down an old cobbled
street lined with gorgeous old buildings. Flowering vines flow down
from windowsills, scenting the air as we pass. I feel like I’m
floating on cloud nine. Dominic glances down at me and our eyes
catch, electric.
Excitement sparks through me. I
hold his hand tight, wanting him to stay this close, and he does, our
arms brushing, our joined hands pressing against my hip. He glances
down at me again and my breathing speeds up, my body turning into him
before I even think about it.
Dominic