Page 91 of Sweet Shots

I take a swig.

“That’s my boy.”

We pass it back and forth until it’s empty. A short time later, we’re at the airport. I do my best to keep calm for Dominic and do what I can to make him feel more relaxed. It’s not easy.Though I’m not afraid of heights, being trapped in a metal can that’s going to fly through the air is a little scary.

“Do my eyes deceive me? Is that Dominic Blake?” A man gets up from the chair once we reach the gate. He’s dressed similarly to Dominic. He’s a little taller and has lots of tattoos. Bright blue eyes and blond hair. He’s pretty hot, honestly.

“Gerard. I had no idea you’d be here.” Dominic goes in for a hug. He’s so huggy. Why does he like hugging so many people?

This Gerard guy turns toward me, smiling knowingly. “This must be the boyfriend I’ve heard so much about.”

“So much?” Dominic says skeptically.

He waves a hand at him, then opens his arms wide to hug me. Well, I guess I’m hugging him too. The first thing I notice is how good his expensive cologne smells.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers in my ear. “His dick hasn’t been in my ass, so you don’t have to be jealous or anything.”

I force out a nervous laugh. “Wasn’t really worried about that.”

“You sure?” he asks when he pulls back. “You look a little… you know.” He tugs on his tie.

“It’s his first time flying, Gerard. Don’t be a dick,” Dominic says with that no-bullshit tone of his. He’s consistently aggressive, but not in a scary way. It’s just who he is and how he is. He’s a domineering person, and not for a second have I ever been afraid of him. With that said, I would not put it past him to lay someone out if they pissed him off. Is it awful of me to say that would turn me on more?

“Babe, get your ass over here,” a girl calls out. She’s also blonde, huge boobs, full lips, and also a ton of tattoos. There’s a tall pink suitcase in front of her, and she’s sitting in a row of four seats. “Stop being a jerk. Hi, Dominic.”

“Hey, Stella,” he says, pulling out his phone. “Let’s go get a drink.”

He takes my hand and pulls me away from the sitting area. I spot a bar not too far down.

“How do you know so many people?” I ask.

“That’s what happens when you make content with a lot of different people. It’s called networking.”

“I know what networking is,” I groan. “I’m not an idiot.”

“Don’t be snappy with me,” he says, pulling out a chair for me. I sit, and he takes the one beside me.

“Vodka on the rocks, please,” he orders, then looks at me.

“Just a beer.”

“There’s going to be a lot of that tonight. This whole weekend, probably. Please don’t let it bother you.”

I huff out a sigh, slightly annoyed because I already knew this.

“Do we have to keep talking about it?”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he says.

“And I’ve told you I am. I trust you. I’m aware of the things you’ve done for work. The more you bring it up and feel the need to convince me, the more it makes me want to question why you’re doing that.”

“Seriously?”

The bartender slides us our drinks, putting down a slip with it. Dom goes to pull out his wallet, but I beat him to it, slapping down my card.

“Yes. It makes it seem like you’re trying to hide something. Being too forthcoming, over-explaining, you know?”

“That’s not—”

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