Always letting me know I was loved.
I can’t stand thinking of Charles right now, so I let my gaze wander over Dominic’s tall, muscular frame.
He’s almost out the door when he turns back to smile at me. I smile, too, and wave.
And then he’s gone. The door clicks shut.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I whirl around, close my eyes. Dominic and I barely spoke, yet the way he looked at me has left me feeling like his hands have caressed every inch of my body. My vagina is still pulsing, and my panties are wet.
Is this what Samera meant when she said that dressing sexy makes you feel more sexually alive? If so, then I’m amazed.
The sound of door chimes has me whipping around. There he is again, smiling that charming smile that makes me so hot.
I swallow. “Hi. Did you forget something?”
Dominic walks the few steps toward me. “Actually, I realized I couldn’t leave until I came back in to ask you something.”
My heart slams against my rib cage. What could he possibly want to ask me? Something personal? Of course he won’t ask something personal. He’s thought of something he didn’t ask about my services.
“I knew you’d think of something,” I joke.
He withdraws his wallet, takes out a card. He extends his hand, like he’s going to pass it to me, but instead asks, “Do you have a pen?”
“Yes.” I head to my desk, aware that my walk is different. Sexier. Liberated.
Even the way I stretch forward to reach for the pen, lifting one foot that’s in a cute sling-back as opposed to a comfortable flat shoe, is deliberately orchestrated to tease.
Really, what am I doing here?
I pass Dominic the pen.
“This is my card,” he tells me as he scribbles something on the back. “My office and cell numbers are on the front. And on the back is my home number.”
I scan the card as he passes it to me. “You’re an architect.”
“Yep.”
“Impressive.” Even more impressive, he’s given me every possible way to reach him.
“It’s all right. I work for myself. Have an office at my home. I’m not part of some big architectural firm. That way, I can set my own pace and do the projects I want.”
“I completely get you on that one.”
There’s a glint in his eye, one I haven’t seen in a long time but recognize immediately. It’s hunger. Lust. Lust for me.
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
I knew he looked familiar. “Should I? Have we met before?”
“Well, kind of. A couple of weeks ago. In a store not too far from here.” He chuckles softly. “A Little Naughty?”
Oh my God, I could die! The hottie when I was checking out. My face flames.
“No, no,” Dominic quickly says. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Too late.”
“I only mentioned it because I thought you…thought you might have remembered seeing me.”
I can’t meet his eyes. “You did look familiar. I couldn’t remember from where.”
“Please don’t feel bad. And I’d love it if you looked at me. You have the most incredible blue eyes.”
My pulse is in overdrive as I lift my gaze to his. “There,” he says. “I love those eyes.”
Butterflies tickle my stomach. But I don’t say anything. I don’t know what to say.
Dominic is the first one to speak. “Let me ask this before I lose my nerve. I’m hoping we can get together for coffee sometime.”
“Coffee?”
He nods. “Or dinner. Something else…”
Something else. I’d be a moron not to know what he’s talking about.
Am I a moron for being attracted to him? Or worse, am I a dirty whore?
But how can I not be attracted to him? I’m so starved for sex from my husband that the first sexual interest in me from an attractive male has me turned on.
It’s only natural.
But I can’t cheat on Charles.
“I don’t know…”
“Don’t tell me no. Just think about it.”
Seriously, Dominic has a voice that could probably leave me shuddering in the bedroom. And he’s got such a warm smile. It’s hard to resist him.
“Okay,” I finally tell him. “I’ll think about it.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m not making any promises.” My left hand is still behind my back.
“That’s fine.”
Thankfully, Dominic turns and starts for the door. I don’t deny myself the pleasure of checking out every inch of his magnificent body.
I’m gonna burn in hell…
It’s incredible how you don’t lose the internal dialogue you were raised with, and my mother was always preaching fire and brimstone. While other parents read to their kids at bedtime, my mother lectured us on all the sin in the world. She made sure to tell us that if we messed up in any way—from stealing candy at a store to engaging in premarital sex—we were going to hell.
I remember her saying all the time that just thinking something inappropriate is in fact a sin. I guess by that standard, I’ve already committed adultery. What’s to stop me from doing the real deed?
At the door, Dominic looks at me over his shoulder. “You’re really beautiful. Just thought I’d tell you that.”
“Thank you.” I swallow again. He has no clue how badly I’d like to rip his clothes off and have sex with him right here on my desk.
At least I can do that in my fantasies.
Who cares if I’ll burn in hell?
I think about Dominic all the way home.
Mentally, I’ve already crossed the line with him, so I take it a step further. I imagine what it’d be like to have my soft breasts pressed against that hard chest of his. I think about what it’d be like to gaze into his eyes as I lay beneath him, his penis deep inside
