Page 25 of Ruined By the Enemy
He slowly drags his gaze away from me, as if hesitant to let me go. The air I didn’t know I was holding whooshes out as he faces Raff. “I sent you a message that I’d be late.”
Raff nods. “Yup. But I thought I’d wait. And Sophie had the same thought.”
My neck snaps in his direction as my eyes widen.I did?!
“Anyways,” Raff rubs his hands together. “I should get going. I thought I could push back a meeting, but it seems like I might have to show up after all.”
What meeting? It seems like an exit strategy, but I’m confused about why he’d be in a hurry to leave now.
Dom is unbothered. “Sure,” he says as he rounds his desk. I watch him settle behind it, folding his sleeves inches from his wrist. Slowly. Deliberately. Like a man on a mission.
And perhaps innocently too, but there’s nothing innocent about the images my brain effortlessly conjures as he flexes his wrists and curls his fingers.
All I can think about is… hands.
Hands cupping my face, slipping down my body… over my chest, with a trail that left my stomach in a puddle and my mind fogged.
“You wanted to see me?” I snap out of my reverie at his curt, impatient tone. His eyes gloss over me this time—a clear contrast from the slow burn that pinned me while he stood by the door. The tension seems nonexistent now… almost as if it never happened.
As if that night never happened.
“Yes,” I nod. “I came by to drop a document, and Martha said I could drop it on your desk.”
He gestures to the desk in question, and I drop it. “I’ll review it and get back to you.”
Right.I’m being dismissed again. I’d have thought I dreamt the whole thing if I didn’t know better or stand in front of amirror with a clear reflection of my bed hair and the fading bruise on my neck.
And yet he seems unaffected by it.
I would rather die than talk about it, but Dom’s nonchalance infuriates me.
“Is there something else you need help with?”
Yes.
“No.” I walk out without another word, fighting the urge not to slam it.I suppose I should be thankful,I mutter as I walk down the hallway.Thanks to him, I’ve become better at controlling my urges.
The number of times I’ve thought and imagined throttling him would drive any normal person crazy.
“It’s hard work, isn’t it?”
I gasp as I jump out of my skin, spinning to confront the unexpected intrusion. It’s Raff, standing a couple of feet away with a lazy smile at the corner of his mouth. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says. I don’t believe him.
“It’s fine,” I mutter, more interested in leaving than having a conversation. “I should,” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder, “get going.”
“Sure,” he says, but follows me as I walk into the elevator. My brows crease as I glance at him, and he raises a hand. “I’m not following you, I promise. I’m heading to the lobby. I have to meet with some big-shot investors and try to play ball before tonight’s meeting.”
‘Big shot?’ My ears perk up at that, but I feign disinterest with a half nod, keeping my eyes peeled on the buttons. The doors swing open on my floor, and I step out.
“See you later,” Raff calls out.
A meeting, I muse as I walk to my office. If he has to play nice, it means it’s a big deal.
I smile. Good.
Time for me to settle the score.
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