Oh, God, that was the sexiest thing anyone had ever said to her.
“You are not the boss off me.” Zoey’s legs trembled.
“Ha! That’s a good one. I like you, princess. I haven’t laughed this much in ages.” He grabbed her panties with his teeth and tugged them down. “You can tell me to stop any time you want to.”
He pressed his face into her damp curls. She kept them neatly trimmed, a close-clipped golden-brown triangle. “I-I can?”
“Yes.” He breathed in deeply, as if inhaling fragrant roses. The hot wave of desire that washed over her nearly made her collapse.
“Here. Your knees seem a little weak.”
He sprang to his feet and moved her over towards the couch. Such a gentleman. So helpful. Somehow she stepped out of her panties while he did that. Accidentally.
Her knees couldn’t hold her up any more, and she sank down onto the couch, legs quivering. “So, I can tell you to stop whenever I want?”
He knelt down in front of her and slid his hands between her legs, roughly spreading them apart.
“Yes.” He nipped her thigh gently, and a jolt of pleasurable pain pulsed through her body. “But you won’t.” Her legs quivered, and he pressed harder, spreading them even wider. She was completely exposed to him. His warm breath fanned her sex, and he breathed in again, inhaling her scent. She could tell him to stop…she was going to tell him, any second now…
She heard footsteps pounding up the stairs and leapt to her feet, her entire body crying out in protest. Dominic let out a stream of curses. Quickly, she snatched the t-shirt and pants that she’d taken off, and pulled them back on. She kicked the underwear under the couch just as someone rapped loudly on the door.
“Boss, it’s me! Arturo called. Said you’d turned off your phone.”
And the door swung open, and Romano stepped into the room. Zoey stood there shivering with mingled desire and fury – at herself. Damn it, she’d been one lick away from climbing Dominic like a tree and begging him to take her.
Dominic looked at Romano with murder in his icy blue eyes.
“I knew it was you, idiot, I could scent you,” he growled. “Eat less garlic. And I told you towait out front.If you’ve got a death wish, though, I’m happy to oblige. Evisceration, decapitation? Or a good old fashioned flaying?”
“Why is she giving me a dirty look?” Romano asked, looking wounded and ignoring Dominic’s threats. “I didn’t eat her friend the other day. Did you guys finish having sex yet? Arturo needs you.”
“We didn’t have sex!” Zoey squawked indignantly.
“Ok. Sure. I don’t know what sex smells like.” Romano gave her an exaggerated wink. He glanced down at her pink panties which were half peeking out from under the couch. Then he looked at her again, stuck his hands in his pockets, and started whistling.
“Why are you here?”Dominic shouted so loudly the room shook and Zoey’s eardrums popped as if she were in an airplane.
“Check your cell phone. Arturo’s got a job for you.”
Dominic pulled his cell phone from his jacket pocket. He read the screen, sighed and shook his head. “Unfortunately, I’ve got to go kill a guy,” he said, tucking the phone back into his pocket.
Zoey looked at him in shock. He shrugged. “You might as well know what I do for a living.”
“Why are you killing him?”
There was no trace of seduction left in his face. He gave her a blank look, as if he didn’t understand the question. “My boss told me to.”
“And that’s it? You don’t ask any questions?”
His expression didn’t change. “No. Why would I?”
“So what if your boss told you to kill me?”
He just looked at her coolly. “I’m sure you’d be too smart to give him a reason to do that.”
And he turned and walked out, with Romano. To kill a man.
Zoey went into the bathroom and stepped into the tiny shower stall, blasting icy cold water all over her body. It didn’t help.
