Page 94 of A Lethal Game of Trust
“You had no problem with it when I was with Mia,” he whispered, leaning against the counter and running a fingertip along the edge of my dress, his touch along my thigh.
I leaned beside him, practically encouraging him tocontinue. “How do you know I didn’t?”
He straightened and cocked a brow, an amused look on his face. “Interesting.”
“Dom’s already here,” Issy was saying. “Oh, don’t worry about shoes. No, please, keep them on.”
Jack and Issy came through to the living room and my face heated on seeing Jack. He was tall, not quite as tall as Dom, and bearded. His neck was as wide as his square face and Issy and I had always whispered about how cute he was at social events.
He had a face you just wanted to sit on.
Or, I had wanted to.
Dom kept on stroking my thigh subtly, just under the crease of my ass where Jack couldn’t see.
“Leonie, wow,” Jack said and gestured to my clothes. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you,” I said, nodding to his black trousers and shirt. “You’re looking pretty good yourself.”
My blush upped a notch when Dom’s finger caressed the curve of my ass, closer to the apex of my thighs, and I bowed my head to look at my shoes. It must have looked like I was shamelessly flirting with my date.
I stepped forward, away from Dom’s touch and turned to the fridge as the two men exchanged greetings. The cold air was so refreshing against my covered skin. Screw Dom for giving me the hickey. “Do you want a drink, Jack?”
He shook his head. “We should probably head off soon—”
Issy rummaged through her bag on the sofa and said, “If you leave soon, I can drop you off on my way.”
“Perfect,” I said as Dom stood right at my side.
She groaned at something she’d forgotten to pack andwalked to her room.
“What’s that?” Dom asked, his hand on my shoulder as he peered down at me.
“What’s what?” I snapped and pulled away to put the wine bottle back in the fridge.
“What’s this?” he asked again and pulled down the neck of my top to show the whole room the love bite he’d given me.
In front of my goddamn date.
I screamed internally at him, breathing heavily through my nose as I swatted his stupid fingers away and violently shut the fridge door. “It’s nothing.”
“Looks like something,” he said. “Who gave you that?”
“My friend, the curling tongs,” I said with a sarcastic smile and downed the rest of my wine.
“Hey,” Jack said, lifting his hands in surrender. “First date. Not worried if you’ve had something else going on.”
What a man.
Unlike Dom.
“Personally, I like to leave love bites in places more discreet,” Jack continued with a bashful grin. “Can’t blame your old flame for trying to be territorial.”
I couldn’t look at Dom, so I was glad when Issy came back having missed the interaction, her backpack over her shoulder. “Are we going?”
She hadn’t said how long she would stay at her mum and dad’s, but she always packed far too much, seeing as she also had a summer wardrobe stashed away there.
“Yeah,” Dom said, moving past me to grab her suitcase.
