“You miss it?”
His brows furrow. “Miss what?”
“Hanging out with the guys all the time.”
Dominik thinks about my question before answering. “Yeah, I guess. But we still see each other plenty. They’ve just been busy with work lately.”
I’m not sure if he’s trying to convince himself or me, but the disappointment is clear in his voice. It sounds like he misses their old dynamic.
“Yeah, I’ve heard that one a lot. Money isn’t the be-all and end-all.”
“Try telling your brother that,” he scoffs right as the elevator doors ding open and we both step inside.
“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to him.”
Dominik remains silent, and the tension becomes palpable as we find ourselves trapped inside the mirrored box. Suddenly, all I can think about is Dominik fucking me from behind at the BDSM club the other night. As the memories rush in, a wave of goosebumps spreads across my skin. Biting my lip, I dropmy gaze, desperately hoping Dominik doesn’t notice the way my heart races whenever he’s around.
I can’t stop thinking about him, no matter how hard I try. Now, I feel shy around him. What’s going on?
Dominik, previously a passing figure in my life, has now become a forceful presence in my thoughts who I can’t resist. It’s a nauseating sensation, a magnetic pull that seems to defy reason. I don’t know how to stop it, and I’m not even sure I want to anymore.
This type of wanting feels good.
His scent is so intoxicating, I can’t help but want to be close to him. Vivid images of him on his knees right here in this elevator flood my mind, instantly turning me on.
“You okay?”
I jump at the sound of his voice. “Yep!”
Dominik breathes in, his eyes fixated on my lips. He extends his hand and lightly brushes his thumb against my lip before letting go.
“Do you need me to work out your sexual frustrations? Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I gasp, getting flustered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Dominik hums. “What did we say about lying?”
The elevator doors open. He doesn’t move. I’m worried he might pounce on me. Even worse, I might pounce on him if we stay any longer. I quickly pull away and stumble out, desperately trying to put some distance between us.
I can hear his laughter behind me. It frustrates me how effortlessly he seems in control.
“You know how to drive, Zoe?”
What kind of question is that? “Of course.”
“Great. Take these,” Dominik says, forcing me to turn just in time to catch the bundle of keys flying in the air.
I just blink at him. “Seriously?”
“Yeah… You’re gonna drive.”
I glance down at the keychain, noticing the Audi symbol.
“You trust me enough to let me drive your car? What car?—”
Before I can even finish my sentence, Dominik casually leans on a sick red-and-black Audi R8, making my jaw hit the floor.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I exclaim, hopping over to the driver’s side and jumping in before he changes his mind.
