Chapter Twelve DRAVEN It was already time to close up and I still hadnt seen Domonic . Not that I was really expecting to . I may have wanted to , but of course , thats not the same thing . I mean , I had said maybe I would see him at the bar . I was hoping hed catch my meaning , but it wasnt a clear invitation , so I wasnt going to pout about it . Hell be here , Bart chuckles , wiping down the counter for the final time . I pretend not to know what he was talk ? Ha ! Youve had stars in your eyes sin about . Wholl be here ? you got here . Every time that door has opened youve been on high alert . I snicker as I count up my tips . I had stars in my eyes because last night I made over six hundred dollars , and I was excited about making more . That and this is the prettiest city Ive ever seen , plus I got to walk down the most amazing hillside to get here . The people out here certainly tipped well , that was for sure . He laughed , tossing his washcloth at my face . I may be dumb , but Im not stupid . I stick my tongue out at him . Maybe youre both . Just as Bart pushes the last of the late night patrons out the door , Domonic walks in . Dom , Bart greets him , giving him a quick hug . Domonic looks freshly showered , with his red brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail that is still slightly wet . My eyes fall over him , from the dark black jacket he wears , to the front of his faded blue jeans . But what really draws my attention , is the thick bulge behind his zipper bringing back memories of that afternoon and causing a sizzle in my panties . His dark gray eyes sparkle when he notices where I am looking . You ready ? I nod , not really knowing what else to say . Bart casts me a knowing smile and I flip him off when Domonic has his back turned . Dont forget about the meeting tomorrow night , Domonic tells him . Barts eyes catch mine for a moment , I wont forget . I roll my eyes . You already told me , the bars closed tomorrow . I have a date anyway . Bart squints his eyes , Really ? With- Paul , Domonic answers . A look passes between the two of them and I pretend not to notice it . Shit , Bart says . Yeah , Domonic whispers . What ? I ask , stepping between the two . Whats wrong with Paul , besides that hes a player ? Bart laughs , Hes not a player . Who told you- Goodnight Bartlett , Domonic interrupts, shoving him to hold the door open and push me outside . 1/3 14:00 Wed , Nov Chapter Twelve The ride up the hill is quiet . I didnt know what Bart was about to say , but I had a pretty good idea . Domonic probably lied about Paul being a player , which could only mean one thing . He was jealous . Maybe , just maybe , he likes me after all . But why not admit it ? Especially after I practically melted on his lap this afternoon . I shivered at the memory of it . The way his tongue felt on my shoulder , how his hands felt on my skin . Id never been that aroused before . When I jumped off his lap , it had been with a purpose . Maybe not a noble one , but a necessary one . I didnt want to be a Margo . Almost as if he was thinking of the same things , he asks , Hows your neck . Surprisingly , fine . You have magical hands . He smirks , turning his attention to me as we pull in the driveway . Are you tired ? Of course , Im tired . It was busier tonight than it was yesterday . He sighs , shutting off the engine and glancing out into the trees . I left your dinner in the fridge . Id already had dinner at the bar , but I wasnt going to say so . Thank you . You really dont have to do that you know . Bart said I can have whatever is on the menu whenever I want . Right , he nods . How many numbers did you get this time ? I lie . Bullshit . I shrug , Okay , five . But I threw them all away . Not that it would matter if I kept them , because I dont have a phone . Yes , you do , he says . Reaching into his jacket pocket , he side eyes me , then pulls out a small box with the picture of a phone on the front . Whats this ? I ask when he hands it to me . Its brand new and already connected . You shouldnt be without a phone . Whose name is it under ? I gulp , knowing that if it is under my name that he may have fucked everything up for me . Mine , he says , reaching across me to place his hand on my seatbelt . His body presses me back into the seat . As luck would have it , this puts the side of his neck right at my lips . I inhale deeply , the pine lemon scent of him invading my nostrils and causing me to tremble . Just an inch forward and I would be kissing that neck . Domonic , I whisper . He freezes for a moment before unbuckling the strap , as if my saying his name prevented him from completing the small task. His face falls forward into the cascade of my hair and I hear him intake a deep breath , his lips cresting my shoulder just barely , I want to pull him in deeper . Want to busy his mouth on the flesh of my neck or force my lips onto his and beg him to fuck me . What the hell is wrong with me ? Am I panting ? I can hear it , the uneven breath coming in gasps with his closeness . For a moment , he lingers there lips hovering over my clavicle . Then he stiffens and sighs , rearing up and away from my throat . I already put my number in it . Youre welcome . He unlatches the belt and pulls it carefully away from my body , resting a hand on my thigh in the process and groping up a bit higher , before pulling away as if 2/3 14:00 Wed , Nov 13: Chapter Twelve hes been burned . Its late , he comments , not meeting my eyes . I nod , clutching the phone to my chest . Thank you . Taking the hint , I exit the car and enter the condo without another word . 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