Page 276 of Phobia
I daren’t even look at him.I hear him talking, though, his tone low and commanding.
“You reply,” I tell Kelly, slipping my phone back into my bag. Max has no claim over me, and he’s the one who dragged me into this mess.
Chancing a look in Dom’s direction, I meet his eyes in the rear-view mirror. He’s a walking contrast. Beautiful and deadly, his eyes communicating his annoyance with whoever’s on the phone while his smile suggests he’s pleased with me.
Chapter 7
“Here’s your bubbles.” Dom places a bottle in a cooler on the table and then hands me a glass.
Our fingers brush just a fraction, the contact hitting me like lightning, making my insides buzz and melt simultaneously.
I can’t handle this.
“I’ve got some business to deal with, but I’ll be back soon.”
Oh, thank fuck.He’s blowing me off.Then why is there a twinge of disappointment in the pit of my stomach?
“Dance, drink…” he nods towards the bar. “It’s on me.”
“There’s no need for special treatment.” I can buy my own drinks, even in a VIP lounge.
“Speak for yourself,” Kelly squeals, filling her glass to the top and heading to the window overlooking the dancefloor below.
Apparently, I need to remind her to have my back.
Dom watches me in amusement. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”
I roll my eyes, “Okay.”
He tilts his head to the side. “What?”
“Nothing… just… have a good night.”
Dom steps nearer, and the walls crash in on me. When he’s this close, I need to tilt my neck to meet his eyes, and in doing so, mine greedily trail up his mouth-wateringly muscular chest.
“I said I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”
“And I said, okay.”
“Give me your phone.”
“Um… no,” I scoff.
Dom’s hand is in my bag before I can blink. Holding out my phone, he instructs, “Unlock it and set the timer for twenty minutes.”
I choke on a laugh.Is he serious?I stare at him for a moment longer, quickly coming to the realisation that he is.
Doing as he asks and ignoring the shiver dancing down my spine, warning me this won’t end well, I set the timer.
“If I’m not back by the time that counts down to zero, I’ll back off. Is that what you want?”
No…Yes.Yes, that’s what I want. “And if you make it back in time?”
Why, Naomi?Why?
Eyes holding me prisoner, he replies, “Then I get to kiss you.”
With one small gasp, the air leaves my lungs. My knees weaken, and I close my eyes to force away the impending onslaught: the blood… me.
