Page 48 of Beautiful Desire

Sean is sitting behind the security desk and looks up when he hears my heels on the marble floor. He goes to stand, but Dom stops him.

“I’ve got it, Sean. She’s with me.”

“Ha, you wish,” I say with a giggle.

I can feel my face getting warm as an awkward silence hangs between us.

Opening the door for me, he follows me as I step onto the sidewalk. He walks up to an older gentleman with gray hair who’s standing beside a Mercedes S class and starts talking to him. I’m too far away and too busy checking out this car to hear what he’s saying.

Turning around, Dom motions for me to come over. “Elle, this is my driver, Bill. Bill, this is Elle Parker. Take her wherever she wants. Just make sure she gets there in one piece.”

Bill extends a hand. “Miss Parker, nice to meet you.”

Shaking his hand, I give him a genuine smile. “Just Elle is fine, and it’s nice to meet you too.” I say the last word through a yawn.

Dom sees that and ushers me toward the back seat. “Well, that’s your cue. It’s time to go. Have a good night, Miss Parker.”

Climbing into the backseat, I look up at the Adonis before me. “Thank you so much for lending me your driver tonight. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem at all. See you on Monday,” he says before shutting the door and tapping the roof twice.

Bill pulls away from the curb and starts heading east. A couple of minutes go by before I realize I never told him where to go.

“Bill, I just realized I never gave you my address.”

“Not to worry, dear. Mr. Lombardi told me where to go,” he says, looking back at me briefly in the rearview mirror.

Dom remembers where I live? We only shared a car once, and that was a year and a half ago. What if I moved? Did he check my HR files?

My head is spinning with all the possible ways D could have known my address and what it could possibly mean, and I don’t realize we’ve pulled up outside my building.

“We’re here, Miss Parker,” Bill announces. Getting out of the car, he comes to my side and opens the door for me.

“Thank you so much, Bill. How much do I owe you?” I ask as I’m rummaging through my purse for my wallet.

“Oh, nothing, dear. This is part of my job.”

“Um, okay. Thank you again.”

“My pleasure. Have a good night.”

“You too,” I call over my shoulder as I walk into the building and make my way over to the elevator, which happens to open right away for me.

Stepping inside, I hit floor seven and open my purse to get my keys out when my phone chimes, letting me know I got a text. Grabbing my cell, I unlock it and immediately laugh at the name on the screen. I’d forgotten the name I saved him under.

Bosshole

I’m glad Bill got you home safely. Thanks again for this week.

Me

Did you put a GPS tracker on me that I don’t know about? I’m literally still in the elevator waiting to get to my floor.

Bosshole

No, but that’s not a bad idea.

Me

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