“No, not me,” he grins. “Does that bother you?”
“What?”
“The thought of me fucking around with her?”
“No,” I lie, fidgeting with my purse on my shoulder again. “You can do whatever you want.” He just sits there, leaning back in his chair, his muscled thighs tensing beneath the jersey of his red gym shorts, and doesn’t say a word. “You can do whatever you want, just like I can.”
This gets his attention.
His eyes swirl ferociously, his jaw pulsing as he works it back and forth. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s not supposed to mean anything. Just stating facts. We’re free to do whatever we want.”
He nods, uncrossing his arms from over his chest. “Come here.”
Tossing my purse where Red was sitting, I take the few steps to him. He spreads his feet wider, allowing me to stand between his knees. As soon as I’m in his personal space, I breathe a sigh of relief. This is what I wanted. What I needed. To feel the comfort that I only find when I’m with him.
My shoulders sag, the expectations I’ve faced all day to be me, Camilla Jane Landry, are gone. I’m here, with him, and that’s enough. There’s no need to remember exquisite table manners or to choose my words thoughtfully. No need to remember the impact of my behavior on my family’s business or my brother’s campaigns. Dom doesn’t care about all that. If anything, he tries to provoke me to act out, which I resist but find entertaining.
He looks up, assessing me. “You know I don’t like you coming down here,” he says, his gaze narrowed.
“Why?”
“You know why, Cam. This is no place for a girl like you.”
“Red is here,” I point out, narrowing my own gaze. “Apparently she gets to be with you everywhere I don’t. You don’t have a problem with that.”
“Let me reiterate what I just said: this is no place for a girl like you. And Red is in all these places because she’s fucking everyone . . . but me.”
He has to notice the way my shoulders fall just slightly at his statement. He sits up, his knees pulling together and resting against the outside of my thighs. I can smell the sweet sweat on his skin and notice a small cut just above his eye that I want to inspect, but don’t.
“I’m a big girl, Dominic,” I say, letting the last syllable click on my tongue. “I’ve been here before and nothing bad has happened to me. Hell, nothing bad has ever even happened in front of me here. It makes me wonder if there are ulterior motives for you not wanting me around.”
“Damn it.” His palms rest against the backs of my legs, his hands splaying out against my skin. They’re extra coarse from the boxing gloves he’s undoubtedly been wearing and make me break out into goosebumps as he strokes up and down my thighs. “There is no ulterior motive. The reason I’m asking you not to show up here is self-explanatory. Look around,” he chuckles. “Why in the hell would you even want to come to this shit hole?”
“I wanted to see you,” I say softly, draping my arms over his shoulders. “And you were here.”
His face rests against my stomach. He nudges me towards him, pulling me tight against him.
Leaning down, I press a kiss to the top of his head. My heart swells in this moment, in a way that I haven’t gotten to experience too many times with him. He doesn’t give in often. He’s not one for showing too much softness, and when it happens, it strikes some instinct in me to want to protect him from the world.
“I thought about you today,” he says, still tucked against me. “I wondered how your lunching went.”
“My luncheon went well.” I smile as I enunciate the proper word. “Too much food, but it was nice being with my family.”
He squeezes me. “I want to spend some time with you tonight.”
“I’m here.”
“But not here.” He pulls away and looks me in the eye. “Nate’s working for a while, I think. Meet me at my place?”
“Or we can go to mine,” I offer.
“I need to go to mine anyway, and I don’t want to spend an extra thirty minutes going back and forth. I need to glance at this one more time, and then I’ll meet you there.”
“Have you eaten?” I ask, brushing a damp lock of hair off his forehead.
He smiles. “No.”