“Let’s go,” I say, grabbing my purse.
“It’s two-dollar taco Tuesday at the Mexican spot on the corner.”
“Yum, my fave.”
We chat amicably during the ten-minute walk. Anthony is a handsome guy and exudes masculine sex appeal. Totally Mia’s type. He resembles Michael B. Jordan and looks to be in his mid-twenties. I could play Cupid and set up a blind date. I’ll definitely keep that in mind. We enter the restaurant and are shown to a booth promptly. Shortly thereafter, a waitress stops by and takes our order.
“I’ll be back,” I say.
“All right.”
I use the ladies’ room, then head back to the dining area. A big smile graces my face, recalling last night. I stop, dumbfounded, finding Dom in the place of Anthony.
“What are you doing here? Where’s Anthony?”
“Sit the fuck down.” His thunderous countenance sends a jolt of uneasiness through me.
I slide into the booth.
“Was your smile for him?”
“No, it’s not what—”
He bangs his fist on the table, startling me. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”
Just then the waitress brings the food. “Where’s the other gentleman?”
Neither of us responds.
“Okay, well, enjoy.” She hurries from the table.
“People will talk.” Anthony is probably at the office telling everyone how Dom followed us here and demanded he leave. Only one conclusion can be drawn from his behavior.
“Let them.”
“How did you know I’d be here?”
“At noon, you come to me. No questions and no exceptions. Disobey and I’ll fuck you up.”
“I’m not your property,” I snap, not considering the consequences of my words.
“Go to the restroom and wait for me.”
I shake my head, refusing to accept his treatment of me. He’s being absurd and ruined one of the happiest days I’ve had in a while.
He stands, yanks me from the table, and drags me into the women’s restroom. More than a few diners observe the exchange.
“You can’t be in here.”
He jerks me in front of the mirror. “Put your hands on the sink and keep them there.”
“We could get caught at any moment,” I say, doing as demanded.
Dom lifts my skirt and pull my panties to my knees.
“Not here, please.”
“Your pussy belongs to me,” he snarls. “It curves to my dick, welcoming Daddy home.”
