My silver fox, grumpy CEO, long-time crush boss is in the ring.
I’d know him anywhere.
His hair is raven black and streaked with silver. His jawline is as sharp as his sense of style. And his gunmetal gray eyes have a way of holding contact a moment too long.
It’s long enough to make me squirm while he stands in perfect confidence.
He looks like the alpha male in an erotic novel.
Dominic Wolfe is tall, dark, and silent.
He’s rich, measured, precise, and controlled.
Every moment that I am in his presence, I unravel a little.
And he’s staring right at me.
For the first time. Ever.
Suddenly, the Old Fashioned in my hand feels slippery, and the next thing I know, it’s slipping from my grip. It splashes into the customer’s lap, spilling bourbon and bitters and ice all over his crotch.
“Hey!” he shouts, jumping from the barstool.
But not in time to miss the whoosh of his drink.
My mouth pops open in horror as I realize what I’ve done.
“I’m sorry,” I say, frantically looking for a towel or napkins, or anything to offer him. “I am so, so sorry.”
“I bet you are, bitch!” he snaps, and rage fills his eyes.
It suddenly occurs to me just how large this man is, and I wonder if he is a fighter too.
take a step back, but suddenly his arm jets out and his hand wraps around my arm. Hard.
Fear washes over me like a tidal wave in a storm, and I am paralyzed.
But just then, I feel a man behind me.
Heat radiates from his body to mine, touching me with a protective warmth.
I slowly turn my head and see that it’s Dominic.
He grabs me and pulls me against him, holding me out of the way as his anger bears down on the customer.
“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Dominic thunders.
And I can’t breathe.
Chapter 3
Dominic
Blood is drippingfrom my brow and into my left eye.
It burns as sweat reaches the wound.
Honestly, I didn’t even know he hit me. I was too focused on calculating his takedown, but I feel it now.
