Page 24 of A Lethal Game of Trust
Leonie
Outside of my room, Dom was dressed in the clothes he had worn last night with a newfound hoodie folded over his arm. Issy was nowhere to be seen.
“Where did you get that?” I asked, filling a glass of water at the sink.
He grimaced down at his hand-me-down. “It’s… One of Issy’sfriendsleft it after he stayed. She says it’s been washed. She best not be lying.”
I laughed, took a big gulp of my drink and grabbed my car keys from the side where the phone had fallen last night. I really tried not to think about it. If he saw me staring, he’d probably be a dickhead and mention it.
“No, no, no,” he said, waving his keys already in his hand. “Last time I got in your car, you thought the curb was your boyfriend you were humping it so much.”
I swallowed my drink, trying to force down my laughter. “I was eighteen at the time.”
“Some things haven’t changed in eight years. I doubt this is one of them.”
Okay, he might be correct. The thought of parallel parking often had me just driving home.
“And you still have that death trap of a car,” he moaned. “You really need to upgrade that thing or at least have my mechanic give it the all clear.”
I went to speak, but he cut me off.
“I’m driving,” he said, grabbing my handbag from the side and walking to the door.
Normally, I would argue more. I was the designated driver for most occasions. I liked knowing I could drive myself home.
But Mia had mentioned Dom had a new car and that it was sex on wheels. She said it wasDomin motor form. She detailed the sex she planned on having in the backseats.
He never posted it on his Instagram. That was reserved for his photography and Ghost.
I followed him out and down the elevator in silence. But when I saw the black, vintage car parked outside, I couldn’t help but ask, “What is it?”
“It’s a 70s Ford Bronco,” he said with the same easy smile he had whenever he spoke of his cat.
I really hoped Mia wouldn’t try to take Ghost. She didn’t deserve him.
The car was high and I had to jump, holding on with both hands, to get in the passenger seat.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, and then, looking into the back seats, I imagined exactly what Mia had been so excited about.
He’d pull her to lie beneath him, run an affectionate hand over her cheek, whisper that he loved her and then give it to her as hard as I wanted it.
My mouth tasted bitter.
I needed to discuss something different. My words had other plans.
“Shall I drop by yours? Mia might not be in, and I can grab some of your things if you don’t want to see her.”
He contemplated as he pulled away, running his hands over the stubble of his chin. Damn, I didn’t know what it was about men driving. Maybe it was the power they had behind the vehicle, the focus of the drive. Whatever it was, Dom bloody had it. It didn’t help that Mia wasn’t lying about the car. It was masculine, powerful, deadly.
Eventually, he nodded. “I could do with some boxers.”
Not exactly the drawers I planned to go rummaging in.
“I was thinking more like… Ghost.”
His eyes crinkled with wicked amusement as he looked me up and down. “Leonie, I thought you walked away from the life of crime you were fated to have. Yet, for me, you’re willing to commit a felony?”
“It’s hardly a felony,” I said. “He’s your cat.”
