Forty

My heart beats against my chest rapidly at the sight before me. It’s him. Dominique fucking Gray in the flesh. I haven’t seen this man in a month and God knows I didn’t prepare to meet him today so I don’t know how I’m supposed to react. He’s breathtakingly gorgeous just like every other day that I’ve known him and he smells really good.

And just like that the memory of that night comes flooding through my brain like a loose cannon and there’s a familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach.

How badly am I attracted to him? Too bad, if I may say.

His arms are around my waist, right on the curve of my back as he looks into my eyes. I’m too awed by his presence to form any speech. Leo says he’s left, then what’s he doing here? Looking so fucking attractive. His presence alone is sucking the oxygen out of me and I can’t seem to breathe.

Suddenly, I stagger backward, “What the fuck, Dominique?”

“Can we talk?”

“Talk?” I chuckle tiredly, as I lick my bottom lip. “Why do we need to talk?” I say