14. Dominic #3
Does he not realize how loud he speaks and that his voice carries throughout the bar, to the point that anyone who wanted to pay attention to what he was saying could?
June makes it a point to go to the other customers first, despite knowing I tip better than anyone in this place. I’m not bothered by it though, I prefer her to do what she wants, so long as she’s maintaining her safety.
She drops off their order at the bar and then continues on her way over to me. “Your usual?” Her voice is missing that usual sly flirtatious tone it typically had prior to us fucking in the bathroom. It would probably still be there had I not completely disrupted her life.
“Yes.”
Not wasting another second, she turns on her heel and goes to the bar, mumbling my drink to Jack and taking the tray filled with full glasses to the other patrons. She drops off a refill to a lone woman at a table, and slides by the counter again to get mine.
“Thank you,” I tell her as she strolls away without exchanging even a glance.
She’s pissed and somehow, I love it—my cock throbbing in my pants at having gotten under her skin so damn badly.
I shouldn’t feel this way, want her this fiercely, but I do, and to think I can sit here all night without doing something about it will be the biggest challenge my self-control has ever faced.
The night progresses that way, her floating around to her tables and then dropping off a drink when mine gets low. I cautiously sip the decadent bourbon, savoring each last bit the same way I’d love to do to June.
I shift my mind from remembering our night together, the heated passion we shared in an adrenaline-fueled desire.
The tension had been building for weeks but I wasn’t quite sure it was reciprocated until she took that step forward and applied her lips to mine.
I was completely lost in her, the chaos of the world falling into a slow-motion vortex that I temporarily escaped from.
For those fleeting moments of our bodies becoming one, the only thing on my mind was her.
Not the war. Not the many threats. Not the possibility that a man half my age might steal the empire I spent my entire life working toward. Just me and her and nothing else.
I knew I couldn’t keep her. Couldn’t pursue her.
That I had to go back to the way things were before.
And yet days went by and the thought of her wouldn’t leave me.
I was sucked in, hook-line-and-sinker. Completely shaken by the idea that something that fucking rare existed.
That it was possible for my thoughts to be of anything other than violence and bloodshed.
Granted, that was exactly the thing that led us to that moment.
June was an angel but with tattered wings and a devilish grin, a darkness matching mine I couldn’t stay away from.
The same that stands before me today, angry and brooding to and from, as if I’ll be bothered by it and leave her alone. Doesn’t she realize it only makes me want her more? That defiance, disobedience, that stubborn-headed I can do it all on my own vibe she has.
“Stop looking at me like that.” June appears in front of me, her hand on her hip.
“Like what?” I should be checking the notifications popping up on my phone, not shadowing her with my gaze. This was obviously a terrible idea coming here tonight. I should have tasked Hayes or Bryant. But even then, would they have been able to withstand her alluring presence?
“You know what you’re doing.”
“Do I?” I thought I was being discreet but perhaps she’s more in tune with my desire than I realized.
“Either fuck me or leave me alone.”
I blink at her, a genuine bit of shock consuming me. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” She remains still, unmoved, completely dead-ass serious.
“Is that option on the table?” My own mouth betrays me by asking the question I should have kept to myself.
June glances over her shoulder then back at me. “Not literally the table.” She nods toward the kitchen area. “Staff bathroom. One minute. Don’t keep me waiting.” She takes off in that direction, disappearing out of sight.
Is she really implying what I think she is? Right here? Right now? After everything that’s happened? Especially with how mad she is at me?
Who am I to question a woman who knows what she wants?
It would be wrong of me to not fulfill her desires, even if they go against everything I was trying to enforce. Boundaries. Rules. Distance.
To hell with it all.
I slip out of the booth and follow where she had gone, completely acting with confidence that I belong in this employee-only section. Who would dare to stop me anyway?
I knock lightly on the bathroom door, June’s healing but still battered face greeting me on the other side.
She opens it up enough to let me in and shuts it behind me, locking it and turning to me. “This means nothing. And it doesn’t mean I’m any less mad.”