Page 82 of Brutal Prince

I smiled, suddenly aware of how many students were about, some of which were looking in our direction. “Um, it’s a bit…out in the open.”

“So?” he offered his hand to me.

“Um sure,” taking his hand, already feeling embarrassed before we started. He was wearing black slacks and a black button shirt tucked into his pants. He was dressed for work, so I wasn’t sure why he was here on college grounds.

His hands found my waist and he pulled me in close as the heat of everyone’s stare burned me inside out. “This is not right,” I whispered.

“It’s very right,” he argued, kissing my nose, which only fueled the already blazing bonfire engulfing me.

“What if someone tells your girlfriend?”

“Then I’ll say I got the urge to dance.”

I was about to utter his real name in protest, but he placed a finger on my lips to hush me. The music kept playing as he nestled his face into the curve of my neck, wrapping his arms firmly around me. We slowly moved to beat of the song, but I still couldn’t relax, not with everyone watching and judging.

The real Dom was a renown figure in university history, who left his mark, even after he graduated. There was too much at stake to be dancing in public with him. This moment could ruin everything.

Yet as his warm breath caressed my skin, I relaxed into his body, soaking into the unique scent of him.

“I’d do anything to kiss you right now, Cattus,” he breathed into my skin.

“Please don’t.” Please do.

He stepped back, held my hand up and twirled me slowly around, coming back to face him again. In that tiny moment, I noticed students nearby watching and whispering. I couldn’t hear their words, but I imagined them questioning why he was with the girl from the burger joint.

I am a nobody and he was a somebody. This picture would not make sense to many people.

He pulled me in again to sway our hips slowly to a fast beating song. Coldplay had finished and Lizzo bled out. I had no idea what she was singing about, but I loved her all the same.

Again, he took my hand, stepped back and twirled me around. Once I faced him again, he twirled me again making me giggle when I almost toppled over. He was smiling warmly, oblivious to the attention we’re getting, his twinkling eyes were solely on me.

I was so attracted to this man; I was starting to question my sanity. Admittedly, he is handsome, but peel back the square jaw and pink lips and he’s, well…

He dips me down and I squeal out in playful fear that he’ll drop me. Pulling me upright again, he shot me a devilish look, before he twirled me again.

This time he let go and by the time I came back to face him, he’d turned his back and started walking away, leaving me alone and stranded with a hundred eyes watching me.

“I’m worried someone might tell your girlfriend,” I said to him when he took my coat after stepping inside his lair.

“Cattus,” he said, running his finger along my chin, “It’s not up to you to worry. While we’re together we think of no other. Got it?”

I saluted him like a captain and he grinned. “Are you going to answer my questions tonight?” I asked, moving away from his touch.

“Depends on the questions.”

“Do you like burgers?” I asked, starting my line of questioning with an easy one.

“Yes.”

I walked to the couch and planted my ass down, hoping he’d follow, but instead he stepped into the kitchen and watched me over the bar.

“With cheese?”

“Always.”

“Favorite wine?”

“Red. Pinot Noir. Although I haven’t drunken wine with a burger.”

---