Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Then he pulls away, walks around me, and heads out of the kitchen.
Good God.
I suck in desperate breaths as I press my palm to my abdomen.
Dominik is too much man for me to handle. He belongs with a woman who can satisfy his needs.
The image of Dominik having sex with a faceless woman has anger slithering into my chest instead of panic.
I’m angry because I might never be that woman, and just because we’re married doesn’t mean it will stop him from finding someone who can give him what I can’t.
My thoughts register, and they shock the living hell out of me.
Since we got married, I’ve gotten to know Dominik more and he’s been nothing but good to me. At some point, he made an impression on me, and…Jesus, I like Dominik.
Stunned by the fact that I’ve actually grown to like him, I shove all the crazy thoughts to the back of my mind and get to work.
An hour later, when dinner is ready and there’s no sign of Dominik, I head up the stairs to tell him to come eat.
Reaching his office door, I knock. I feel nervous and excited all at once, the emotions completely foreign to me.
When a minute passes with no answer, I knock again, thinking he should give me the code.
A door to my right opens, and my eyes go wide as saucers when I see Dominik standing in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
Jesus.
I blink because seeing him half-naked is an overload to my system.
“Food,” I mutter the single word while darting down the hallway. “Come eat.” I reach the stairs, then add, “Once you’re dressed.”
Taking the stairs down, I shake my head at myself because I’m being stupid.
So what if the man is the most attractive person I’ve ever laid eyes on? Like he said, there’s nothing wrong with feeling attracted toward him.
If anything, it’s a good thing. It shows Braden didn’t completely screw me up.
And there’s nothing wrong with liking Dominik, either. After all, he’s my husband, and we’re stuck together until one of us dies.
I grab our plates from the kitchen table and carry them out to the veranda, where the sunset is painting the sky in pinks and oranges.
When I head back into the house to get some bottled water, Dominik comes down the stairs, still pulling his shirt over his torso. I get another peek at his six-pack, tattoos, and the V carved into his hips.
When I’m hit with another wave of attraction, I mutter, “I’m starting to think you’re doing it on purpose.”
At the foot of the stairs, he lets out a chuckle, then says, “Just say if you want me to walk around shirtless.”
“Ha-ha.”
I disappear into the kitchen, and opening the fridge, I grab two bottles. After nudging the door closed with my elbow, I head back to the veranda, where Dominik’s already taken a seat.
When I sit down across from him, he says, “I thought I’d give you some space. That’s why I didn’t help prepare dinner.”
I nod as I place a bottle of water on his side of the table. “It’s okay.”
His eyes sharpen on me. “Is it?”
I nod again. “Yes, I worked through my emotions, and I’m all good.”
“Then why did you run away for a second time?”
I can’t tell him to mind his business, because he’s answered every single question I’ve asked him.
Letting out a sigh, I admit, “Because you’re very attractive, and it makes me feel nervous.”
“Nervous is good,” he says, the corner of his mouth lifting in a grin. “I can work with that.”
I pick up my knife and fork and shoot him a playful glare. “Eat.”
“Yes, miláčik.”
Unable to stop it, a smile curves around my lips, and I quickly shove some mashed potatoes into my mouth.
When Dominik steers the Hummer down the mountain, I ask, “Why am I going with you for a meeting?”
Not taking his eyes off the road, he answers, “Because there’s no way I’m leaving you alone.”
Offended, I frown at him, “Why? Do you think I’ll burn down your house?”
“Of course not.” His eyes flick to me before focusing on the road again. “Where I go, you go. That way, I can protect you at all times.”
“Oh.” I quickly glance out the window, a warm sensation in the region of my heart. Then a thought pops into my head, and I ask, “So you’ll take me with you when you have to assassinate someone?”
“Not for the kill shot. You can wait in the car with Evinka.”
A smile forms on my face. “You’re serious.”
He glances at me again. “Yes.”
Before I can think the question through, I ask, “But what if I’m pregnant or we have kids?”
Dominik’s head snaps in my direction, and seeing the shock on his face, I realize what I just said.
I quickly look away, and I’m surprised when he answers, “Then I’ll leave Evinka with you.”