Page 32 of Corrupted Heir (Mafia Kings: Corrupted 1)

Pressing my thighs together against the pulsing onslaught of arousal, I stepped beneath the shower head and pointedly ignored the way my nipples pebbled beneath the flow. I didn’t have time to pay attention to my throbbing clit, nor would I give it the satisfaction of giving in to the fantasies that played behind my eyes like a porn reel.

I washed, rinsed, and dried as perfunctorily as I could, then dashed to my bedroom to pick out something to wear. It had nothing to do with the thought of Dominic’s heated gaze on me that had me choosing a halter-style black dress that plunged low in the front. And certainly, the image of him ripping it off me wasn’t what had me slipping into the laciest, skimpiest black bra and panties I owned.Yeah right.Even I wasn’t falling for my own bullshit.

By the time I was dressed, I only had a few minutes left to run a brush through my hair and sweep a bit of mascara across my lashes. I could hear the knocking at my door as I dabbed on the juicy, dark red lip gloss that made my lips look like they belonged on a centerfold. They were my favorite feature, and I wasn’t above playing them up tonight. Corinne had taught me well after all.

At the door, I wasn’t quite prepared for the sight that greeted me. Dominic, of course—but he wasn’t dressed in what I’d come to see as typical-Dominic style. No custom-tailored suit this evening, he was dressed in a black V-neck T-shirt and a pair of jeans that hugged him in all the right places. And just to make sure I had to work extra hard not to drool, I could see the hard, chiseled planes of his chest beneath his shirt and had no doubt now that this man wasripped.

I looked up, only just realizing I’d had my gaze roaming all over him.

The hungry look in his eyes, I was sure, mimicked my own, but he wore a knowing grin.

“Thanks for the compliment,” he said before I could open my mouth.

I pressed my lips together and tried to look incredulous. It didn’t work. He laughed. He was freaking laughing at me, but it was just what I needed. I could feel my mind stretching in its boxing gloves, like hands warming up for a fight.

I leaned forward and looked down the street, making an exaggerated show of looking left, then right before leaning back inside.

“Waiting for someone?” he asked, though he didn’t sound the least bit perturbed.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Just wondering when the rest of your fan club is going to show up.”

His smile only grew broader.

“Jealous?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“Only in your fantasies, Dominic,” I said.

He scoffed. “In my fantasies, you have a lot less on, and jealousy is the last thing on your mind.”

Asshole.Part of me was pissed and would have loved nothing more than to slam the door in his face. The other part, though, couldn’t deny the rush that came from arguing with this man.

I rolled my eyes. “I envy the people who’ve never met you,” I quipped. “Shall we get this over with? Or were you hoping for a date right here in my doorway?” I asked, cocking a brow.

His smile fell, but the look in his eyes grew hotter. “I had something else in mind, but if you’d rather invite me in…”

Round one goes to him, I guess.

I stepped outside and shouldered my way past him, not oblivious to the firmness of his chest beneath my arm. I could hear him laughing under his breath behind me, but he followed me to his car and opened the passenger door.

We were both silent as he turned onto the street and merged with traffic, like we’d gone to our corners and were regrouping for the next round.

There was no way I could have anticipated it, though, when he pulled into an empty lot not ten minutes later. The parking lot of a miniature golf course. What the hell? Somehow, I just could not picture this man swinging around mini-putt clubs at wooden windmills.

“What are we doing here?” I asked as he pulled into one of the many empty parking spaces.

He shrugged. “I thought that since restaurants didn’t seem to be our thing, maybe we’d have better luck with something out of the ordinary.”

I could “do” dinner in a restaurant, but I hadn’t played miniature golf since I was a little girl. I cringed because I was so going to make a fool of myself.

“I don’t think so, Dominic,” I said.

This was not what I signed up for.

“Chicken?” he asked, rolling his eyes.

“You know if you keep rolling your eyes, you might eventually find a brain in there.” I smirked.

But still, I got out of the car when he came around and opened the door. If I chickened out, it felt like I’d be handing round two over to him without a fight.

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