Page 10 of Reckless Desire

“Vincent, right?” she asked, arching a brow.

“Vincent Alessandro Moretti the third, at your service,” he responded with a charming smile, his eyes never leaving hers.

She giggled. “Do you always introduce yourself by giving your full name?”

“Not always, but I’m not ashamed about a name that holds as much weight as this one does. Feel free to call me Vince.” He said proudly.

“Okay, Vince, umm, I’m Dominique Nyari Benoit,” she extended her hand across the table.

Vincent took it gently, feeling the electricity course through him as their fingers brushed. His voice was low and steady. “Nice to formally meet you, Dominique Nyari Benoit.”

“Likewise, Vince,” she replied with a soft chuckle, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by shared laughter. The air between them was charged with undeniable chemistry as if they were two pieces of a puzzle finally slotting together. It was a dance of words and emotions, each revelation drawing them closer to one another.

“Tell me more about the work you do,” Dominique inquired as she took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving his face.

Vincent hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. “Well, I’m an attorney, a partner at my family’s law firm. We have offices in ten major cities here in the US and an international location in Europe. What can I say about it other than I spend my days managing the overall operations of our family’s firm, Moretti & Valentino?”

“Wow, you’re a partner. I guess you’ve never had to worry about getting in any trouble.”

“No, I’ve been too busy making sure my three brothers don’t.”

Dominique appeared surprised but intrigued as she leaned in, resting her chin on a fist. “Oh, so there’s three more of you? Are you the oldest? Any sisters?”

“I am the oldest, and no, we don’t have any sisters. Our mother was the only estrogen we had in our house growing up. What about you?”

“It’s three of us. I’m in the middle. I have an older brother and a younger sister who we’ve spoiled rotten.”

He nodded in agreement. “Same with my brother. Are you from here?”

“I am. Born and raised in South Shore. You?”

Vincent shook his head. “Nah, I’m what they call a Grady baby. Born and raised in Atlanta.”

“Oooh, Hotlanta. I’ve been there a few times. I like it there. So, Vincent Alessandro Moretti, the third, tell me more about what you do at Moretti & Valentino as a partner.”

“Let’s see, I do some marketing and a little bit of networking. I’m the one who goes out and finds new clients when they don’t come to us. I keep up with those relationships, seeing to it that those clients’ legal needs are being met and that they’re satisfied with the services provided by our firm. I’m also a mentor to some of the junior lawyers. But enough about my boring work, what about you?”

“It doesn’t sound boring at all. Busy, if anything. But as for me, I run a business consulting firm under my name—Benoit Consulting Agency,” Dominique replied, her gaze unwavering. “Basically, I step in to help companies grow and expand. I assess their current operations, identify the areas that need improvement, and develop a plan to scale up those operations.”

“Impressive. And tell me, how do you help them do that?” Vincent asked.

Dominique became expressive with her hands as she explained, “Giving strategies for increasing efficiency, improving productivity, and streamlining their current processes. I even go as far as providing guidance on how to manage the company’s growth by hiring new employees. And if need be, we talk about expanding into new markets and even acquiring new technologies. You have no idea how many of these companies are still using outdated systems.”

“Sounds fascinating,” Vincent murmured, genuinely interested in learning more about the woman who’d invaded his thoughts since he’d laid eyes on her. It was then he decided to bring it up. “So, umm, about Club Desire.”

“What about it?” Dominique asked, lifting an eyebrow.

His voice was slightly unsteady. “I can’t get that night out of my head. The things you did with your slave. I’ve never seen a Fem Domme in action. But it was from the moment you walked in and then afterward, seeing you, it was … it was magnetic. I’ve never felt like that before for anyone.”

Dominique studied him for a moment, her eyes unreadable. She gave a slight nod and responded. “I sensed the chemistry between us from the moment our eyes locked,” she admitted, swirling the wine in her glass. “It was … it’s not something I’ve encountered often either.”

Vincent’s heart hammered in his chest as he leaned in closer, his voice low and urgent. “Dominique, I wanna explore that with you.”

She regarded him carefully, her eyes searching his. Finally, a soft smile played on her lips. “You know that kink isn’t for the faint of heart.”

“Enlighten me,” he replied, his determination unwavering.

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