Twenty Nine

I slow my steps at once as I cross my arms over my chest, with my eyes fixed on the last person I expected to see here.

“What are you doing here, Dominique?” I ask. “Are you stalking me now?”

Dominique slowly smirks as he peels himself off the opposite wall and approaches me. “That’s cute, Robyn. Why would I stalk you?” He asks as he licks his bottom lip, eyes still staring into mine.

Why does he have to make that look really sexy? When do men licking their bottom lips become sexy?

“Well, for one, you’re here. Right outside the restroom waiting for me. I would have called that cute if it wasn’t stalking.” I raise an eyebrow, daring him to counter that.

Dominique nods, his hands in his pockets as he slowly brings his gaze down my body, taking in every little detail of me.

“You look beautiful, as always,” Dominique says, shifting his gaze to my eyes as he pins his gaze on me. “Nice date you’ve got there.”

Of course, he saw us.

“I could tell there was something going on between you two.”