Page 40 of Always You
Dominic:Good night, Angel.
My head jars up when I see him walk into Heidi’s Deli looking devilish in jeans and a long sleeve button shirt.Jesus, he’s so handsome.He swags toward me, his bulky physique catching all onlookers ogling him.
“Hey, sorry, one of my chefs called in, so I had to call someone to fill in. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long?” He raises an eyebrow staring at me as if he can see through my soul. He lifts my chin and kisses the corner of my mouth.
I freeze. He keeps doing this as if we’re a couple.
“Not long, five minutes,” I whisper. His presence is so intoxicating, and it makes me so damn nervous.
The waitress hands us the menu smiling at him. “Hey, good to see you,” she says flirtatiously as she flutters her long-ass eyelashes. Ignoring me.
That’s rude. Dominic pays no attention.
“What can I get you to drink, handsome?”
He clears his throat. “Soda for me and whatever my girl wants.”
Her jaw drops. She musters a smile and takes our orders.
My girl.
Should I be swooning? Probably not. I’m not his.
“Do you come here often? It seems like the waitress knows you.”
The side of his mouth twitches. “Maybe, like twice a month, Angel. Does that make you jealous?” He grins like a fool.
I roll my eyes. “No, not at all. Why would I be?” Ok, so I’m a little jealous. He does not need to know that.
“Sure, Angel, whatever you say.” He looks so relaxed as he leans back in his chair.
I never thought I’d be sitting with him again. For years, I believed he had passed away. It feels like I am living a scene you would see in a movie; I just can’t believe he’s sitting across from me.
“You shaved your beard?” I kinda liked him with a beard. Made him look sexy as hell.
He runs his hands over his smooth face. He must notice my disappointment. “You liked my beard?” he questions, sounding surprised.
Maybe his fiancée didn’t like him with a beard. The waitress returns with our drinks. I take a sip of my iced water.
“Yeah, I actually did like it… looked good on you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” His eyes darken as they flicker on my lips. His legs rub under the table with mine.
“What can I get you two?” the waitress grumbles, looking at Dominic.
“Two club sandwiches,” Dominic says, handing her the menus.
“How do you know if I wanted a club sandwich?”
“Because those are your favorite,” he simply says.
I wrinkle my forehead. He smiles a shit-eating grin, making me want to twirl my tongue in those dimples.
He suddenly blurts, “Are you still seeing Ken?” His shoulders tense up.
“Why does it matter who I see, Dominic? We’re not together. And why do you call him Ken?”
A low growl vibrates from his chest. “It matters to me, baby. I can’t with take seeing you with another man. Baby, I don’t share. I’m a jealous man when it comes to you. And Ken is not your type. The fucker looks like a damn pretty boy, a Ken doll. You know those Barbies,” he deadpans.
