Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
He wasn’t going to kiss them to make them feel better, was he? Because she might just melt in a pile on the floor. But nope, he blew on them softly.
Which might almost be worse. Because she swore a shiver ran through her body all the way to her clit.
Then he picked up a napkin and stuck it in his water, before wrapping it around her finger and thumb.
“Does that feel better?”
“Ah, yes, but I think this might be overkill, don’t you?” she asked.
“Your skin was red. If you don’t cool it off, it will hurt even worse later.”
She couldn’t actually argue with that. She burned herself often and there was nothing worse than jumping into bed and having your burning skin flare up and keep you awake.
“Yeah, but how long do I have to wait? I want to eat now.”
He picked up a french fry and broke it in two, eating one half.
Wow. She hadn’t seen a mean streak in him . . . but she was seeing it now. What kind of person ate in front of someone who was starving?
Then, to her surprise, he held out the other half of the fry.
“It’s okay, it’s not too hot anymore.”
She reached for it with her other hand, eating it quickly.
“That’s a good girl.”
She could feel herself blushing from the praise. Shit. This was pathetic. She should not want to melt at this guy’s feet just because he’d called her a good girl.
“Have some more.” He held out another one and she took it without thought.
“How’re you all going?” Liv asked, walking up to them just as she was swallowing. She started to choke, reaching for the glass of water only to knock it over.
“Gwen!” Dominic flew out of the booth and around a shocked Liv. He started pounding on her back. “Spit it up. Spit it up, right now!”
To her shock, he put his hand under her mouth just as the french fry came back up.
Tears were streaming down her face, everyone was staring at her, and she knew she had to look a complete fright.
This was humiliating. A sob escaped.
Yep. Humiliation completion.
“Whoa. You’re okay. Come here,” he urged, pulling her close to his chest with his free arm.
She took a moment to bury her face in his chest, wishing they were on their own.
“Is she all right?” Liv asked worriedly. “What can I do?”
“Ah, maybe get some milk for her throat, please? And some more water.”
“I’ll get it.”
“Oh God, that was embarrassing. I’m so sorry. Here, let me help you clean up.”
She tried to turn away from his chest, even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. But he tightened his hold on her.
“Shh, just stay where you are. I need to hold you for a moment, okay? Can you let me do that?”
Let him?
“Sure. I can do that. Yep. Totally . . . ”
“Hush. You’re okay. Just stay where you are for a moment. There’s no rush to move.”
Great. She’d been rambling out loud. Could the day get any more humiliating? Gradually, she could hear the people in the diner making noise again. Had they stopped staring? She wasn’t sure that she was ready to look yet.
“Here is some milk and more water,” Liv said, startling her. “I’ll clean up the spill.”
“Thanks, Liv. We’ll take care of it,” Dominic replied.
“I’ll get you a napkin for your, uh, hand,” Liv said.
She cringed.
“I’ve got it.”
“Let me know if you need anything more. Hope you’re okay there, ma’am.”
Great. Ma’am again.
Screw her life.
This time, when she pulled back, he let her. Kind eyes stared down at her without disgust or pity.
“I look awful.”
“Hey. No you don’t,” he soothed. “You could never look awful. Do you feel better? Does your throat feel all right?”
She nodded, unable to look at him. “I’m all good now.”
“Okay. I’m just going to clean up. Stay there. Don’t eat anything more until I get back.”
Oh, she didn’t have any intention of eating any more food. But she nodded anyway.
“I’ll just be a minute.”
As he turned and walked away, she reached for her handbag. Pulling out her wallet, she put a hundred-dollar bill on the table. That was the least she could do after causing him so many problems.
Here he was, trying to do a nice thing, and she’d spat all over him.
Sliding from the booth, she did what she did best lately.
She ran.
7
Dominic sighed and stared down at the empty table and the uneaten food. He scowled as he spotted the hundred-dollar bill.
Oh, she was in big trouble the next time he saw her.
And he didn’t care that she wasn’t his. Someone needed to teach her that when she was put somewhere, she had to stay there.
Whoa. He hadn’t had a reaction like this to a woman before. Not even the other subs he’d dated had brought out such a caveman reaction. And his wife would never have taken off like this.