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Game Changer

DOMINIC

“If you pull me into your arms and kiss me like I’m the only woman you’ve ever wanted, everneeded, I promise that it will be a kiss you won’t regret.”

Looking up from my glass of Pure White Hennessy, I locked eyes with the woman who just voiced words I hadn’t expected to hear when I ventured into the Cuban bar on this hot Miami night. Hell, I was only here because they were one of two bars that carried the Hennessy I liked. A necessary requirement when my family’s company, Prescott Holdings, acquired this bar when we purchased the adjacent hotel.

“I think you have the wrong guy,” I stated.

“No, I have the right guy.” She got closer, and only then did I notice that her eyes were widened and her head was slightly tilted to the side. Over her shoulder sat a table of rowdy men.

“Are they giving you a hard time?” I asked.

“Not if you kiss me,” she replied, her velvet voice washing over me in ways I hadn’t felt in a while. She had the kind voice that I could listen to for hours and never tire of hearing.

Damn.She was attractive as hell. The kind of curvy body, full breasts, and thick thighs that I found so sexy on a woman. She took another step toward me, and even though it was out of character, I turned on my stool and looped an arm around her waist until I had her securely in between my legs.

A slight gasp escaped her lips, teasing mine right before I lowered my mouth onto hers, giving her the kiss she requested moments before. I intended to give her just enough where the assholes who were watching knew not to fuck with her. However, the minute I tasted her, I forgot why I was kissing her in the first place.

Shit.She tasted like mint chocolate, and I loved me some damn mint chocolate. I found myself pulling her even closer to me. Her arms wrapped behind my neck, making sure I stayed put.

I didn’t make it a habit of kissing women I didn’t know, but I was caught off guard by how connected I felt to her. How perfectly out mouths fit together. When she moaned, every hair on my body stood to attention, the connection stronger than one I’d ever felt before.

I broke the kiss seconds later. Either that, or I would have had her spread-out eagle style on the top of the counter, to hell with giving a damn that we were in a public bar.

“Wow,” she whispered, pulling her ponytail tighter before smoothing out her apron.

“Get it, newbie,” one of the waitresses said as she passed by, a reminder that we probably shouldn’t have been kissing at her place of work. Then again, she asked for it, and I would have been dumb as hell to turn her down.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Samara,” she replied, squinting her eyes. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

“No, I don’t.” I studied her some more. “I never forget a face, especially one as beautiful as yours, but I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“Hmm.” She looked me up and down in a slow and appreciative perusal. “My mistake I guess. What’s your name?”

“Dominic,” I told her. “Most folks call me Dom.”

“Well, Dom, I’m glad you were here tonight. I thought I’d have to fight off the calvary myself.”

“Yeah, they seem like the kind to give beautiful bartenders a hard time.”

She flashed me a sheepish smile, so different than the confident one she’d worn when she demanded I kiss her. “I just got a job here, so I’m not used to the regulars yet, but I’ll get them under control soon.”

“I’m sure you will.” I glanced over at the table of guys who were now interested in a group of women who’d entered. “I think your plan worked.”

“A little too well,” she mumbled before clearing her throat. “Thank you for your help though. I guess I should get back to work.” She started to walk away, but doubled back. “As of now, I work Wednesday through Saturday almost all day. Maybe I’ll see you around?”

“You will,” I confirmed, not one for playing games. If she wasn’t on the clock, I would probably ask for her number, but her co-workers had already seen us kissing, so I made a mental note to ask her at another time.

The band, which had been taking a break, returned and started playing some Cuban music, the vibe perfect after the work week I’d had. I couldn’t stop stealing glances at Samara while she worked, but as much as I wanted to enjoy in the music and the fact that the night was going so well, I couldn’t help feeling like the other shoe would drop soon.

Throughout my life, nothing good ever happened without something bad following. My granddad used to tell me I couldn’t go around thinking the worst, but I felt like I was programed that way. Always looking over my shoulder to see what else would happen.

I was finishing my drink when my phone rang.Ava.Although I often talked to my sister, I knew something was wrong before I even threw down a fifty and stepped out of the bar to answer the call. She’d been talking for a full thirty seconds before I finally got over the shock of what she initially stated.

“Ava, tell me it’s not true.”

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