Page 133 of Best In Class
He clutches his chest. “Wounded. Absolutely gutted.”
And then, because my project management skills are flawless, I time my throwing a pillow at him right when Dom walks toward the cafeteria for a Minton Project meeting that will start in twenty minutes.
He likes to come early. Get a cup of coffee. Sneak a kiss.
He pauses mid-step.
His eyes narrow.
I feel the sizzle in the air.
The slow-burning flicker of masculine attention narrowing into territorial tension.
Excellent!
Devon, bless him, notices.
He stretches, drapes his arm casually across the back ofthe couch behind me, not touching me, but close enough to be suggestive. Then he proceeds to tell a rather salacious vacation story.
I lean in slightly, chin on my hand, like I’m utterly captivated by his stupid tale about skinny-dipping in Corsica.
Dom’s expression shifts. From neutral to mildly curious to narrowed-eye, clenched-jaw irritated.
But when Devon starts describing the time he lost his swim trunks to the ocean and gained the affection of a particularly forward French widow because of his ratherimpressive package, I laugh—deliberatelyloudly, and Dom gives up the pretense of not giving a shit, and gets in my personal space.
“What’s so funny?” he demands, his eyes fixed on Devon’s arm, still draped across the couch like it paid rent.
“Oh,” I say breezily, “Devon was just regaling me with tales of public nudity and poor judgment.”
“Sounds like Tuesday for Devon,” Dom deadpans, his gaze flicking to mine. “I need some time before our meeting. Let’s have some lunch.”
Before I can answer, Devon smirks. “Dom, I’m taking her for lunch, man. Wait your turn.”
Dom’s jaw tightens.
“Choices, choices,” I murmur, barely able to hold it together.
Jealous Dom is sexy as hell.
Dom leans down until he’s eye level with me. His voice is all silk and warning. “I offer dessert first.”
He stuns me intosilence.
Devon chuckles. “I think that’s my cue to leave…and just to let you know, everyone can see you here, so I wouldn’t start fucking on the couch.”
He bolts with a wink and zero dignity.
I burst out laughing.
Dom straightens and narrows his eyes. “Are you trying to make me jealous?”
I don’t even pretend that this was innocent. “Just a little payback for what you did with Camy,” I taunt.
His mouth curves into a dangerous smile. “Moonbeam, jealousy looks good on me.”
“Does it?” I arch a brow. “Because you looked like you were about to throw Devon into the Savannah River.”
“He’d float. Too much hot air.” Dom’s hand wraps around my wrist and pulls me gently to my feet.
