Page 30 of Sweet Shots

He purses his lips, looking like he’s about to say something, but then he shakes his head and digs into his food. I watch him for a long moment before deciding I don’t want to argue and I just want to eat, because as usual, this food is so goddamn good, and it’s a free meal. Plus, I’m here for business. We have things to discuss.

“Outside or in?” he asks after the plates are cleared from the table and in the dishwasher.

“Depends. Did you get a new couch?” I ask.

He smiles at me, straight up grins.

“You smile way too much,” I mutter.

“I’m a happy guy,” he answers.

“You know who smiles too much? Dumb people.”

He chuckles, taking a step closer to me. “You make me want to fuck the brat right out of you, you know that?”

I gasp, stepping away from him. Why am I so offended by that? It takes a moment, but I realize I’m not offended. I’m turned on. And that is just… not okay. Not in any sense.

Dominic steps up to me again, putting his hand on my cheek. “You’re so cute when you blush.”

I slap his hand away, taking another step back. “I’m not blushing.”

“You sure about that?”

I grit my teeth and close my eyes to take a slow breath. I can’t run away. I can’t tell him to fuck off. I can’t—well, I can do all those things, but it would be useless. I signed a contract. We have things to discuss. The sooner we do it, the better.

“I’ll be outside.” I force the words out, shoving past him and going out the back door. I scoff at the chair he sat in while getting head from that random guy, and then scoff at the chair the other guy was sitting in. I take the chair facing his house, and when he meets me outside, he sits in the one he was in the other day.

“Reminiscing, are you?” I ask.

“Hm, you sound jealous.”

I bark out a laugh. “Jealous of what? Getting my dick sucked? You did that for me already. And I’ll tell you what. It wasn’t that great.”

Lie. That’s such a big fucking lie. And I feel a teeny tiny bit bad for saying it out loud, but guess what? All this asshole does issmile,and it makes me want to punch him.

“You’re not going to hurt my feelings, Mikah.”

“Because you don’t have any,” I add for him.

“Whatever you say.”

He pulls his phone out and does something on it.

“So, looking over your hard limits, you’re giving me plenty of creative freedom here.”

“Possibly,” I mutter, toeing a tall dandelion not far from the leg of the chair.

“Have you watched any of my videos?” he asks.

I want to tell him no. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I have watched them, but knowing him, he’ll pull some up right now and make me watch them if I tell him no. So I force a nod.

“Good. So you know what my fans expect. This video won’t be any different.”

“I am not sitting on that couch,” I grit out.

He blinks at me, holding his breath. Scrubbing a hand down his face, he says, “Fine. Upstairs then.”

“Where you’ve—”

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