Page 60 of Dominance

“Oh, I know. You aresucha diva.”

“And you are still on my sheetleest, Glow. Sudden job offer in New York? You are hiding something frommoi, I just know eet.”

“I…it was sudden. I know. But it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.”

“Oui, oui.Finding out you had family, I understand. Still…there is more,non?Un amant?”

“Maybe. I…am sort of seeing someone? I don’t know what it is yet.” Liar. I know exactly what itis. Engaged. Soon to be married.

But I don’t know if it’s real.

Not since Adriano and I got hot and heavy at the club.

And then he basically disappeared for a week.

“As soon as you figure eet out, you had better spill.”

“I will. I miss you Sonya.”

“Et moi toi, mon cher. Me too.”

“I promise, I’ll text you tomorrow. I have so much left to get done today.”

“Alright, Glow, just know that I love you, and you must come home to visit soon, or I will be forced to come to New York and make you take me on ze town,oui?”

“Oui, mon chéri!” I giggle, sighing. “Thanks for still being my friend, even though I vanished.”

“Always. Just don’t stay a stranger.Bonne nuit!”

“Bonne nuit.” Goodnight indeed. Staring at my phone for a moment I debate calling Anna, but I know it’s too late in Paris. And too risky to do in my office.

It never feels right.

The diploma on the wall. The master’s degree I never finished.

Not officially. With one semester to go, I get by well enough.

And Dom paid for this trophy.

According to New Hampshire University records I graduated with honors.

From a place I’ve never even visited.

Rising, I stretch, eyeing the clock. If I leave now, I can beat rush hour.

The stack of files on my desk can wait until tomorrow. Especially with the grand event looming ever closer. I haven’t planned anything yet.

Not that I don’t have a good reason.

Okay, I’ve just been procrastinating.

Rescheduling the appointments.

Dodging the vapid, obnoxious women that Dom has tried to thrust on me as “friends.” Every one of them has been showing up unannounced to take me out for a drink, to take me shopping. Fortunately, it’s easy enough to find plenty of work to do, but I am running out of excuses.

“Gloria, darling, are you heading to the wedding planner?” my father’s voice echoes down the stairs when I’m two steps from the bottom.

“I was …”

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