Page 40 of Mistletoe in the Mafia

There can only be one explanation. The man is a wizard.

Me: Why would I miss you, Dominic? I’m enjoying a peaceful day at work without you.

Dominic: Yeah, right. Anyway, I heard on the grapevine that you need something from me.

Me: Maybe, maybe not.

Dominic: Pick one, Flowers, and stick to it.

My heart flutters at the nickname. I’m never going to admit it, but I actually really like it. And somehow, he’s right. I think it kind of does describe me.

Me: Fine. I need access to your database.

Dominic: Alright. Come over to my house later and I’ll give it to you.

My eyebrows rise.

Me: And why would I do that?

Dominic: Because you need access to the database.

I can just imagine his bland, dull voice.

Me: I’m not coming to your house. Send me the means to log in and I’ll check it out on my own.

Dominic: Sorry, no can do, Flowers. The only way you get to use it is right in front of me where I can monitor you. The database is pretty precious to me.

I bite down on my bottom lip as I consider agreeing to his obvious ploy to get me to come to his house alone.

“This feels like a trap,” I text him after a couple seconds of debating in my mind.

On one hand, I really do want to check out his database. And I’m not just curious about the man in the video—I could have access to a lot more information with it. On the other hand, though, this is Dominic we’re talking about. As much as I hate to admit it, my self-control when it comes to him hovers on the edge of a cliff.

His reply has me shifting even closer to the edge of that cliff.

Dominic: Don’t worry, Flowers. I won’t fuck you again unless you’re begging for it. Preferably on your knees. With those pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock.

My breath catches and my cheeks heat. I really should tell him to stop talking to me like this. But if I’m being honest, I like his dirty talk. I like a lot of things he says way more than I should.

Me: You talk like this to all your friends?

Dominic: Only you, Madelyn.

Something flutters in my stomach at that.

Dominic: So, are you coming over or not?

Me: I’ll think about it.

Dominic: See you later, beautiful.

I drop my phone on the desk. And then I drop my head against my chest and groan.I am so fucked.

Against my better judgment, I do end up showing up at his apartment building at 7 p.m. Where’s my self-respect, you ask? It flew out the taxi window with my dignity. At least I still have some resolve. I didn’t come here to sleep with him. I came here for the database.

And also to see him because I really did miss him.

I’m allowed up to the penthouse and the doors slide open before I even get the chance to ring the doorbell. Dominic’s lying on his living room couch with a laptop at his side when I walk through the doors.

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