“Wow…” I breathed, giving a slight spin in front of the mirror. “This is incredible… thank you.”
I turned to smile at the women, “Thank you so much.”
“Of course.” They smiled back, packing up their kits. “I hope you two have fun tonight!”
But as they got ready to leave, my gaze flicked back to the mirror and worry crept back in.
Where the fuck is Dom taking me?
56
KIERA
I wasn’tsure where I’d find Dom until I heard the pacing coming from the kitchen, followed by the low rumble of voices.
“It’s a good thing. You’re working yourself up over nothing,” Leo murmured.
But Dom merely grunted back, “Are you sure about the tie?”
“Skip it,” Leo sighed. Clearly, she’d said that several times already.
As I stepped closer, I could see Spencer sulking on a barstool with her back to Dom, clearly sick of her venting. Leo sat up on the island, watching Dom as she nearly paced a hole into the floor.
I wasn’t the only one who’d gotten dolled up. Dom looked sharp in a black button down and suit jacket that perfectly matched the shade of my dress. Her hair was perfectly combed back, revealing a fresh shave at the sides.
I’m sure it had only taken her a minute to get ready — masc privilege and all — but I couldn’t help my shock at just how nice she looked.
It was Leo who saw me enter the doorway first and alerted the others. “Holy shit, Kiera.”
Dom and Spencer’s heads both whipped up to see me. But while Spencer’s jaw dropped to the floor, Dom’s simply clenched tighter, her neck flexing as she swallowed.
Spencer nearly fell out of her stool as she turned to get a better look at me. “Oh my god, I could cry. Are we seriously wasting this outfit on Dom?”
Leo smacked Spencer over the head before looking me over again. “Fuck, you look beautiful, baby.”
But Dom didn’t say a word — not about my outfit, and not about Spencer’s comment. Instead, she took a step forward, holding out her arm for me to grasp.
Fighting back a blush, I linked my arm in hers, before letting her lead me out of the kitchen.
“Have her home before seven, young lady,” Leo teased as we slipped from sight.
“Not a chance,” Dom grumbled back, the first hint of a smile I’d seen all night teasing at the corner of her lips.
But as I let her guide me away, I was confused when we turned left out of the kitchen. “The front door is…”
“I know where the door is,” she raised a brow at me. “We’re not going out the front.”
Before I could ask what she meant, Dom swung open a door at the end of the hallway — one that hadn’t been there when we were kids. “Where the fuck?—?”
“Just go.” Dom sighed. “Trust me a little.”
Trust was exactly what I was struggling with. Peering down the darkened stairwell beyond the door, it was hard to let go of the creeping fear that this was some elaborate scheme to kill me.
But what choice did I have but to take the plunge?
She hasn’t killed me yet, tempted as she might be.
I took the first step, wobbling slightly in my heeled boots.
