Page 63 of By A Thread
He didn’t crack a smile. If anything he looked even more serious.
“How many jobs do you need?” he asked.
“As many as it takes.”
“Does it have something to do with your family emergency?”
I chose to take a bite of burger rather than answer him. Dominic’s nostrils flared, and he was back to glaring at me. This at least felt normal.
“Harry seemed to think that there’s something between us.” He said the words slowly and to the steak in front of him rather than to my face.
“Something besides a murderous rage?” I clarified.
He did look at me then. “He thinks that we’re attracted to each other.”
I didn’t say anything.
It was a self-preservation thing. There was no way in hell that I’d admit to being attracted to the man.
“I don’t know how to talk about this without putting you in an awkward position,” he admitted.
Since when was Dominic Russo worried about making me feel awkward?
“Okay. Now you’re starting to worry me,” I announced. “How about just be honest? Spit it out. Rip off the bandage. We’re adults here on our own time.”
“Fine.” He took a breath and then looked me dead in the eye. “Are you attracted to me?”
I laughed.
He frowned. Fiercely.
“What?” I asked. “That’s a ridiculous question.”
“Then give me a ridiculous answer,” he growled.
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Dom. I’m physically attracted to you. I imagine most women and plenty of men are.”
He held up a bossy, obnoxious hand. “Don’t be flippant.”
“What’s the problem?” I asked.
“I’m your boss.”
“Technically I have about a hundred bosses,” I corrected him.
“It doesn’t matter. There’s a policy—”
“I know there’s a policy. Are you accusing me of violating it?”
“What? No.” He closed his eyes for a beat and then opened them again. “What I’m trying to say is I’m not willing to violate the policy.”
“Wait a second. Dom, are you saying you’re attracted to me?” I asked incredulously.
He glared at me. “You’re not stupid, Ally.”
“Apparently I might be. Are you attracted to me?”
I held his gaze, and for the first time, saw the storm in those blue eyes. He was fighting some kind of internal battle.
