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Did he seriously just bring a girl home?!

My eyes snapped up to Gabriel for confirmation, but all he could do was run a hand down his face as the sound of distant giggles rebounded into the study.

My cheeks flamed as a strange, uncomfortable sensation sunk to the pit of my stomach like a piece of spoiled meat. Tossing the journal on the desk, I pushed the chair back and stood up.

“Jemma, please don’t engage—”

I held a trembling hand up to silence him.

Engage my butt!

“He’s only trying to provoke a response out of you,” he said, his words urging me to ignore him. To rise above it.

But of course, I wouldn’t. I would sink myself all the way in it, because if a response is what he wanted, a response was what he was going to get.

14. WICKED GAMES

My feet smacked against the marble floor as I barreled down the hallway, letting the sound of their happy voices guide me to the scene of the crime. My vision blurred with rage as I turned the corner and blasted into the den to find Dominic relaxing back on the couch with a busty little blonde thing sitting on his lap. My stomach tightened as a slash of jealousy tore its way through my insides, its presence surprising and confusing me at the same time.

“Dom!” purred the woman as she smacked him in the chest and giggled like a school girl with a crush. She obviously didn’t notice me standing there. But Dominic sure did.

His eyes met mine as a lazy grin pulled into his cheeks. “Good evening, angel.”

Good evening? GOOD EVENING?

The guy had some nerve!

I narrowed my eyes at him and damn-near growled, “What the hell are you doing?”

The blonde spun around on his lap and gawked at me. A mixture of surprise and annoyance flashed across her pretty face as her dark green eyes took me in.

“I’m having a nightcap with my friend Sally here.”

“Sandy,” she corrected and then whispered to him, “I thought we were alone.”

He ignored her, his eyes still fixed on mine as though he couldn’t stand to look away. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

I took a step into the den, my hands balled up into tight fists at my sides. “It looks like you’re trying to piss me off.”

His smile widened at the corners. “Really? How so, angel?”

Ah, hell no. I wasn’t about to take the bait.

“Get rid of her, Dominic. Now.”

“Excuse me?” shrieked his date.

“You’re excused, Sally!”

“Sandy,” she corrected again.

“Does it look like anyone cares?!” I snapped. Crap. I didn’t mean to. I mean, poor girl. It obviously wasn’t her fault, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to take it out on her. At least a little bit.

“Now, now, angel. Is that any way to speak to my guest?” He brought his arm up from along the back of the sofa and lifted Sally—Sandy—off his lap, placing her on the sofa beside him. And judging by the toddler-sized frown on her face, she was disappointed by it.

“I know what you’re trying to do, Dominic, and it’s not going to work.”

“And what is it that I’m trying to do?” he asked as he rose from the couch and straightened out his shirt.

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