Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
The bright, happy laughter that erupts from me sounds like it belongs to somebody else.
Izzy: Is that right, sir?
Dominic: I’ve spent so many years telling people to call me Dom, but when you call me sir, I like it, Izzy. And yeah, it’s right. I’m done tiptoeing around. Maybe it makes me a bad boss, but I need to see you outside of work.
Izzy: Need is a strong word.
Dominic: In this case, it’s an accurate one.
I bite my lip, then quickly let it go. Between the lip-biting and the chewing inside my cheek, it’s like I’m trying to physically punish myself for my betrayal. I’m just like his Uncle, infiltrating his family, ruining it from the inside.
Izzy: I don’t think you NEED to take me on a date, Dom.
Dominic: I don’t want to come on too strong. But the moment I kissed you, I felt it. Need. The word that’s apparently made you so damn angry. Technically, then, I’ve got a very strong desire to take you on a date… Is that better, ma’am?
Izzy: MA’AM?!
Dominic: It’s clear you’re the boss now.
I shake my head, grinning ruefully. I’m building a house of cards with a stick of dynamite inside and somehow expecting it not to fall.
Izzy: I want to go on a date with you.
I text is an understatement. Maybe I don’t need it, but this feeling is new and exciting. It reminds me of high school, when my friends were having relationship dramas and adventures, and I always felt like I was on the outside, looking in. Not anymore.
Izzy: But I don’t want to give you the wrong impression.
Dominic: How so?
It’s a good question. What am I trying to say, exactly? What I want to say is: Run from me, Dom, because I’m worse than the man who tore your family apart.
Izzy: I haven’t dated in a long time. And even when I did, I’ve never been very romantic.
Dominic: Me neither. I think it’s time we changed that.
Butterflies flutter their wings in my belly, making me feel younger than twenty-five. I’ve spent my life hopping from job to job, helping Grandma as she got older and weaker, then ill. This feels like something for me. If only this black cloud weren’t hanging over our heads…
Izzy: I think you’re right. We’ll arrange a texting date.
Dominic: Ha, ha. A texting date? That’s a new one to me, my melody. What does that entail?
Izzy: Nope. Hold on a sec. What did you just call me?
Dominic: It fits, Izzy. I haven’t had music in my life for a long time. Now, I’ve found some. I don’t want to put pressure on either of us. I’m not saying you’ll always be my music or you always have, but earlier, when we kissed, you were my melody. And now, sitting here with a big grin on my face, you’re still my melody.
I should stop smiling, this deranged ear-to-ear grin that has me believing this might somehow make sense one day.
If I told him now, how would he react? Where would it lead? Would he immediately fire me, cut me out of his life? If he did that, I’d no longer be of any use to Aaron, then he’d make good on his threats.
Dominic: So, my gorgeous melody… tomorrow evening.
Izzy: That doesn’t sound like a question.
Dominic: That’s because it isn’t one. I’m taking you out. If you’re going to call me sir, then I’m going to remind you who the boss is.
Izzy:
Dominic: Oh, you like that.
Izzy: A lot.
I squeeze my legs together as I reply.
It’s like I’m back in the office, his body pressed against mine. I can feel his hard muscles through his shirt, his manhood pressing against my core. For a few blessed minutes, I don’t have to worry about Grandma or Aaron.
My fantasy flies away until he’s tearing down my tights, savagely pulling them away. His eyes grow dark, intense, when he sees my naked heat. I’m already dripping for him, aching to feel him inside me, his lust filling me up, claiming me.
I bounce on his dick, owning the moment, taking control before he groans and buries his face in my breasts. His hot lips hungrily sucking one nipple then the other, taking control of the tempo as he fucks me ragged.
My sex aches just thinking about it. I almost texted him that he should just come over, forget about the date. I want to experience as much of this, of him, of us as I can before it all blows up in my face.
Dominic: You still need to tell me what a texting date is.
Izzy: Isn’t it obvious? Dating, romance, it’s so difficult. But this is easy, effortless. There’s no stress or doubt. So, we’ll sit at opposite sides of the restaurant, making eyes at each other, and text the night away.
Dominic:
Dominic: That’s an idea, Izzy. Except it means I’d have to go the whole night without touching you. That would drive me insane.