“What’s your name?”
“Jessica.”
“Jessica.” He repeats it like he’s tasting it. “It suits you. Pretty name. Pretty girl.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes, yet I don’t shut him down.
“So… you dressed up for someone?”
“No,” I say. “Just for fun.”
“Fun, huh?” He chuckles, suggestive. “You found it.”
Instead of answering, I take another sip. Why can’t someone knock the breath out of me the way Dominic can?
“So what do you do, Jessica?” he says, eyes on my drink and probably imagining my mouth doing other things. “Besides making men stare at you all night.”
This time I roll my eyes. “I sew.”
“Sew? Like clothes?” He raises a brow.
“Yeah.”
“What kind of clothes?”
“This kind.” I laugh tightly.
“Damn. You made that?” He whistles, gaze lingering. “You should design lingerie. You’d kill a man in red satin.”
“Noted.” I force a small smile.
He edges closer, invading my space. “You here with anyone who’d get jealous if I bought you a drink?” he asks, voice lowering as if the question itself should seduce me.
Jealous? The memory of Dom’s texts flashes through my mind, but the image of that woman leaving his house burns hotter.
“No.” I smile at him.
“Good.”
The guy inches even closer. His hand brushes my waist and I stiffen. Wrong-kind goosebumps spike across my skin. I want to shove him away. But I’m hurt, drunk, and angry, and being wanted feels like a relief, even if it’s a terrible one. So I stay still.
“I’d treat you right all night. However you—”
His voice cuts off. His eyes freeze on something behind me. His face drains; the easy smile disappears.
He huffs out a nervous laugh. “You said you don’t have a boyfriend, right?”
“That’s right.” I frown.
He glances up again. “Then who the hell is that?”
I turn fully and see a broad chest first and a black shirt stretched over it. My heart drops as I lift my chin and meet dark eyes beneath even darker eyebrows.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, already thinking about an escape plan.
Dominic looms above me, eyes locked not on the man but on me. I feel every ounce of anger pouring out of him, quietly lethal.
My heart stops; my legs press together at the sight of him. He’s even more handsome when I’m drunk.
