Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 129756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 649(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 649(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“My lawyer told me I don’t have to answer that question,” she said, deadpan.
Dominic’s mouth twitched as amusement trickled through him, soothing the jagged edges of his mood. Yeah, this was just what he needed. Even his wolf began to relax, steadied by her sense of calm.
Dominic’s gut clenched as her tongue peeked out just enough to touch her lower lip. He couldn’t help picturing that tongue lapping at the head of his cock. “I heard your pride mates are big on supporting each other’s businesses and that very few of you work for outsiders. Is that why you work here and not at a salon somewhere?”
“No, I work here because it has great substance abuse coverage. Plus, having a job keeps the parole officer off my back.”
Dominic smiled. Anyone else might have thought the witty responses were her way of being friendly, but it was her way of avoiding answering personal questions. He recognized the little trick because he’d used it himself plenty of times. “You weren’t part of the battle on Mercury Pack territory.” He’d have remembered her. Remembered that voice.
“No, I was out of the country at the time.”
“Where?”
Eyes lit with mock paranoia briefly flicked left then right. “Why, what did you hear?”
“Sources say you were at the Playboy Mansion.”
She snickered. “I was in Russia visiting family.”
“The wolverine side?”
“Yes.” Mila said her goodbyes to Evander’s client as the jaguar shifter left. Then, putting down the shears, she lifted a spray bottle and spritzed water on the uncut strands on the top of Dominic’s head. “Stop staring at my mouth.”
“But it’s right there. And it looks so lonely. Does it want to meet mine?”
“Not in this lifetime.”
Chuckling, Dominic watched as she pinched his hair between her fingers and held it straight while snipping at the ends in short spurts. He let himself relax, listening to the snip of scissors, the low music, and her shoes clicking along the hardwood floor. “How long have you been singing at clubs?”
“A while.”
Dominic’s cock twitched as her tongue again peeked out to lightly touch her lower lip. He was gonna end up biting that delectable mouth if she kept that up. “Not big on giving real answers, are you?”
“Ask me an interesting question, and I’ll give you a proper answer.”
“All right. Are you dating anyone?”
Her brows drew together. “That’s not an interesting question.”
“I find this topic very interesting.”
“No, ‘interesting’ is that the fifty-star American flag was designed by a high school junior for a class project—and his teacher gave him a B minus.”
Dominic felt his brows lift. “Where did you hear that?”
“My earlier client mentioned it. He’s a schoolteacher.”
He blinked in surprise as she twirled his chair so that he was facing her. As she snipped at the front of his hair, he took her scent inside him. Fuck, she smelled good. Really good. It was an honest-to-God struggle not to grab those hips and drag her onto his lap. “What time do you finish work?”
Sighing at the sensual invitation in his tone, Mila twisted his chair so that he was facing the mirror again. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”
“But I want you to be the one who takes my virginity.”
Mila tried not to chuckle, and she completely failed. God, she should have sent him to Evander or Archie. Cutting Joel’s hair was hard, although that was mostly because her cat just wanted to rake his face. Cutting Dominic’s hair was equally challenging. He was just so intent on her, as if nothing else existed. He watched every move she made and paid attention on a level that was beyond intense. No one had ever focused so fully on her before—it was both flattering and unnerving. Her cat rather liked it.
Someone so easygoing shouldn’t have such a tremendously forceful personality, but he did. He was just so . . . there. Had such a strong presence—the kind that commanded attention.
Dominic wasn’t someone who would ever fade into the background. She really wished he would. Because right then, the air between them was so sexually charged, it was almost stifling. His blatantly lethal sensuality beat at her composure, and it was a sheer wonder that her hands didn’t shake.
“We’d have fun, Mila.”
“We should stick to being strangers with sexual tension,” she said, focusing on the line where the clipper cut met the scissor cut, blending that border by combing sections of his hair upward and snipping off any ends that poked out of the fine-tooth comb. “Since I doubt you’re short of offers from women, it shouldn’t bother you.”
“I’m finding that it does.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s just because I turned you down. I’m guessing that doesn’t happen a lot.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
Conceited bastard. “I’ll bet you’re one of those guys who gives his cock a name.”
“I call mine ‘the truth.’”
“The truth?”
“Because women can’t handle it.”