Dominic straightens and nods once more to my little group of coworkers before he pulls me along, back toward the entrance.
After a few steps, I glance back over my shoulder to see four stunned faces staring after me.
Dallas lifts her brows and mouths holy fuck.
I grin back at her.
Because yeah. Holy fuck.
CHAPTER 9
Val
Dom leads me to a blacked-out SUV that reminds me of the one Bo drives and pulls the rear passenger door open.
As I climb in, Dominic skims his hand over my hip, the thin material of my pants letting me feel the heat of his touch.
“Buckle in,” Dom tells me, then shuts the door.
While he walks around the back of the vehicle, I do as he says and avoid looking at the driver, feeling too flustered to think about the money he must’ve spent to hire a driver for the night.
I hope it wasn’t too expensive.
Dom pulls open his door, and the neon lights behind him seem to glow extra bright against the night sky. As he climbs into his seat and pulls the door shut, a glint of light reflects off his watch, and I remind myself that Dominic isn’t hurting for money.
I don’t know exactly what he does. He said something about property management and shipping—which I pretended to understand—but if he wants to spend his money on a driver in Vegas, that’s on him.
“Ready, Boss?” the driver asks.
I’m watching Dom’s profile, so I see him narrow his eyes at the driver through the rearview mirror.
“Uh, I mean, Mr. Gonzalez.” The driver corrects himself.
Maybe Dominic doesn’t like being called Boss.
“Yes.” Dom’s expression clears, and the driver pulls ahead.
My fingers twitch in my lap as anxiety bounces through my body.
This is what I’ve been dreaming of for over a month. Why can’t I just be calm?
There’s movement on the seat next to me. “Angel, don’t be nervous.”
I glance down, seeing Dom’s hand palm up between us.
“I’m not nervous,” I lie, even as I set my trembling hand in his.
“It’s just me.” His voice is soothing as he wraps his fingers around mine.
“I know.” I take a fortifying breath, then look up to meet his eyes. “I’m just having a hard time believing this is really happening.” Dom smirks, and my mouth pulls into a little smile. “I didn’t mean that.” I’m thankful for the dark interior of the car. Hopefully I can get this damn blush under control before we get to the restaurant. “I just mean… It feels like we met so long ago. I was starting to think we might be cursed.”
His smirk stays in place. “Real life Montague and Capulet.”
More of my stress slips away. “I believe they were considered star-crossed, not cursed.”
Dominic dips his chin. “Fair. Plus, our ending will be better.”
My stomach flips when he says our ending, like a future between us is inevitable. “It will?”
“I plan to die a very old man.”
I purse my lips. “So, in like ten years?”
The driver coughs, and I think it’s to cover a laugh, but I’ll never know because before I can blink, Dominic is there.
Against me.
His hand is behind my neck, pulling me closer, making my body turn toward his.
He keeps our fingers in his other hand entwined but lifts them, pinning them to the seat next to my head.
It all happens in a flash.
One breath. And then warm lips press against mine.
I missed his lips.
The hand on my neck tightens, holding me up while all my bones turn to mush.
“Let me in,” Dominic whispers against my lips. “Now, Valentine.”
My mouth opens.
I have no other choice.
He slides his tongue across my lip. I try to pull it into my mouth, but his tongue retreats and his teeth close on my lower lip.
“You’ve been teasing me with this fucking mouth for over a month.” He slowly slides the hand on the back of my neck around to the front.
“Teasing?” I’m already breathing heavily.
“With your sassy little selfies.” He closes his mouth over mine again.
Sassy?
I inhale through my nose as Dom ravages my mouth, and I’m assaulted by his scent. With that warm, masculine cologne he wears. And it wraps around me like a blanket. Like I’m home.
Before the weekend is over, I’m finding out what he wears and buying some to spray on his suit jacket I still have.
The one currently draped over the armchair in the corner of my bedroom, making it look like he left it there, like he’s been over and left it after stripping down to nothing.