Page 79 of Text Me, Take Me

“Nothing is just mine anymore,” he told me. “The sooner you get used to that, the better.”

A limo pulls up outside the café, honking its horn. I take another sip of my coffee as I wait for Dom to arrive. He left in one of his sports cars this morning.

Dom: Hey, Keepsake, did you hear the honk?

I almost spit my coffee out.

Evie: Are you in a LIMO? Why?

Dom: You’ll see – come on. Join me.

As I walk from the café, I feel everyone’s eyes on me. I used to get paranoid about people watching me in public. What if they were working with The Vultures? Now, I feel special, singled-out in the best way.

The driver climbs from the car and opens the back door for me. I climb in and fall into Dom’s arms. He pulls me close for a kiss, tucking my hair behind my ear, making me tingle in that irresistible, hungry way that never gets old.

“What’s all this?” I ask.

He winks. “You’ll see.”

“Do you want to impress my customer?”

“Something like that.”

I lean back, drinking in my man with his sparkling eyes and his knowing smirk.

“Why do I feel like I’m missing something?” I ask.

He leans in and pulls me in for another kiss, pressing his lips firmly against mine, sliding his hand up my leg. Tingles dance and shimmer up my thigh, teasing my core. After our first time, I thought I’d need time to recover – and I do, but nowhere near as long as I thought.

“Now you’re trying to distract me,” I murmur, slipping my hand under his suit jacket and feeling the firmness of his chest, his heat blazing through the fabric of his expensive shirt.

“Trying?” He kisses me again, our tongues hungrily finding each other, pleasure simmering and singing. “It feels like I’m succeeding.”

“Do you want me all hot and flustered when I meet this mystery customer?” I counter.

He leans back, looks out the window, the light catching him just so. His stylish clothes outlined perfectly in his muscular form. I press my legs together to stop myself from jumping his bones.

Soon, the car stops outside a large, empty storefront on Century City, a bigsoldsign outside it.

“This is a great location,” I say as we step from the limo, Dom’s hand on the small of my back. “Maybe the customer is going to open a store.”

Dom tilts his head at me as he leads me to the entrance and opens the door to reveal a gorgeous interior, glistening display cases just waiting to show their wares, with tall windows letting in floods of sunlight. I walk around the store, taking it all in, forgetting why I’m here for a moment.

“Hello?” I call, snapping to my senses.

“It’s just us,” Dom says from behind me, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his body against mine.

“I don’t under…” My heart pounds when realization hits me. “Wait–you’rethe customer?”

“I knew nobody else would make a better ring.”

I turn to him. The world going blurry as tears fill my eyes. “What are we doing here?”

“This is yours, Keepsake. This is where you’ll build your empire. Do you like it?”

I can barely speak as a sob of pure joy tries to escape me. “I love it.”

He takes a step back, his eyes glistening. “Evie Davis,” he says, reaching into his pocket and taking out a jewelry box. He kneels, opening the box, showing the ring I’ve been working on all week.

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