Page 65 of Fractured
“Upgraded you last night when your hands wandered in your sleep,” he said as I felt my cheeks get pink.
He lifted a brow, “Not even going to apologize?”
I lifted a brow, then looked him up and down, giving him my silent answer.
He chuckled, “Fair enough.”
Then I checked the time and felt my eyes get wide, “Shit, I’m going to be late to work.”
He chuckled as he nodded, “Yeah, was wondering about that.”
***
After Dominik dropped me off at my apartment and walked me to my door, he kissed me on my forehead, then he made sure I got in okay.
Forty-five minutes later, I was showered, dressed, and sitting behind my computer with a smile on my face.
He said we were taking this slow.
The we...
As in him and me.
I was all here for that.
Even more so when he texted me.
Diablo– Dinner tonight. My place?
I snickered at the name I changed his contact to.
Diablo was the Spanish word for the Devil. And showing me all that handsomeness of his was evil.
Me – Sounds good.
After work, I headed to Dominik’s.
I parked my Tahoe beside his Mustang, and then shut it off, climbed out, and started up the front walk, then to the stairs.
I knocked, only to hear, “It’s open, Minx.”
I pushed the door open, then closed the door and took off my heels.
Then I headed into his kitchen.
He winked at me as he held out a glass of red wine to me.
I took it, and breathed in it, then lifted my brows, “How do you know this is my favorite?”
He shrugged, “I pay attention.”
I giggled, then said, “Thank you.”
He winked.
Then I asked, “So, what are you making me for dinner?”
“Steak, roasted potatoes.” He said.
