Page 21 of Torrid Love
“My bad. Elka and I are on the same page.” I ponder over my next words for a few long seconds. “Did you plan on leaving with the guy you were dancing with?”And let him fuck your brains out?“I mean, it’s your decision.”
“Why do you care, Rod?” she asks. “You hook up with random women all the time. Maybe today’s flasher was a bit much, but you would’ve tracked down a willing soul in no time… unless you’ve had your fill on Eddie’s yacht.”
Is that hurt I read in her eyes?
I haven’t told her about Eddie’s tame party. And she doesn’t know I’ve been a model citizen in the last few months. No hookups for me. I’ve been too busy playing video production studio CEO. The one time I try, I end up with a drug addict. The studio’s packed schedule has kept me at the office past midnight more times than I can count. I’m still not sure I should admit this, but things haven’t been the same since Dom left.
“I guess I deserved that. You’re right. Your sex life is your business, not mine. If he’s expecting to go home with you…”
I can’t even bring myself to finish my sentence.
I’m not sure I’d be able to erase the disturbing images of Dominika and that guy in the throes of passion. That’s why I never ask too many questions about the guys she dates. Does that make me a goddamn hypocrite? Maybe.
“Tonight is all about Zoe. I just landed in LA. Inviting a guy back to my place—or going to his—isn’t part of the plan.”
Relief washes over me.
“All right,” I nod.
There’s something about what she said earlier that still nags at me.
“Are my random hookups the cause of the shit between us?”
She averts her gaze.
Is that what this is all about?
I flatten my hands on either side of her head, caging her in.
We’re so close our bodies are almost linked, so close our lips are almost touching.
“Don’t go shy on me, Dom.”
She presses her lips together so tight, they form a thin line.
“If you don’t tell me what I did wrong, I can’t fix it,” I tell her.
Seconds tick away and I can’t peel my eyes away from her face. The way she keeps working her lower lip, it’s driving me fucking insane.
“You’re right,” I say in a low, rough voice.
Her eyes shift to mine. “About what?”
“I think we’re well past talking.”
“What do you mean?”
“Maybe we shouldn’t have put the brakes on the last time we played battle shots.”
She looks baffled. “We were a little tipsy,” she defends.
“That’s often when the truth comes out, Dom.”
She folds her lower lip between her teeth and chews on it.
Please stop doing that.
My cock jerks at the sight of her teeth nibbling at her plump skin.
