Her One and Only Dom by Tamsin Baker Page A

happy you felt
that way too.”
    Patrick
smiled again and shrugged. “I couldn’t touch you, but you were so beautiful. Modest and confident, so great with all your friends. I
loved talking to you, but didn’t think you would ever be able to accept all the
parts of me.”
    Simone
nodded, understanding completely. “I love all the parts of you.”
    Patrick
looked over at her quickly, his eyes wide, his eyebrows high. She smiled shyly
at him, knowing that she had overstepped a mark, yet unwilling to pull back
from it.
    He
cleared his throat and smiled tightly.
    She
needed to make him understand
    “I
know it’s early days Patrick, but I am so grateful to
Nicola for showing me who you are. I would have just kept thinking that you
simply didn’t want me.”
    A
strange growl came out of Patrick’s mouth and his thigh hardened beneath her
hand. “Oh, I wanted you all right. When you’d parade around in that damn denim
miniskirt and lean over your desk in front of me ... I just wanted to tie you
up and fuck you senseless.”
    A
surprised gurgle emerged from her throat and she laughed. “Really?” A flash of what Patrick was describing came to her mind and she blinked twice. Amazing. “I can’t believe it.”
    Patrick
looked over at her and grinned as the car slowed down. “Believe it, baby. I’ve
wanted you for a long time.”
    An
insane grin spread across Simone’s face and she wiggled in her seat while
Patrick parked the car, got out, and came around to her side of the door.
    “Up
you come, baby girl.”
    He
gave her a devil-may-care smile that made her insides feel like warm goo. She
let him open the door and help her out. Hand in hand, feeling like the most
prized possession in the world, they walked into Le’ Miz .
    Simone
stepped into the restaurant and looked around in awe. Thank God she had worn
her nice dress. This place was the flashiest restaurant she had ever seen.
    “Reservation for two under Patrick Smythe .”
    Simone
smiled as Patrick placed his hand possessively into the small of her back and
steered her towards the table. He held her chair out for her and she sat with
butterflies in her belly the size of elephants. This man was too good to be
true.
    “The wine list and menus.” The waiter
handed them their menus and Patrick spoke up.
    “A bottle of Penfolds Shiraz and steak for us both. Rare for myself. How do you want yours done baby?”
    Simone
hid her frown in her menu as she quickly perused the vegetarian options.
    “No
steak thank you, I’ll have the pumpkin risotto.”
    Patrick
frowned at her and compressed his lips. “You need the iron Simone. You are a
little pale.”
    Simone
looked at the waiter and smiled at him politely. “Could you give us a few
minutes?”
    The
man nodded and headed off quickly, probably thankful to be away from them.
    Simone
looked at the man opposite her and saw so many people. Her
trusted advisor, her lover, her friend. She also saw the Dom, struggling
for supremacy.
    “Patrick,
I’m a vegetarian, I have been since I was sixteen. I take good care of myself
and I know how to balance my nutrition. You don’t get to tell me what to eat.”
    Patrick
glared at her, a muscle in his jaw ticking away. Simone glared back, a part of
her brain telling her that she was going to pay for this later on.
    “It
is almost impossible to get the right amount of nutrients without some meat in
your diet. Perhaps you could try some meat, for me?”
    Simone
frowned at his tone. It was both demanding and cajoling. Patrick was used to
getting his way that was for damn sure.
    “Patrick, why are you telling me how to eat?”
    She
had surprised him with that question, it was obvious in the way his mouth
literally hung open.
    They
were interrupted for a moment while the waiter made a show of the wine Patrick
had chosen and poured them both a glass. Lucky she drank red, since he hadn’t
asked before ordering it.
    “Have
you decided on your order?”
    Simone
eyed Patrick then smiled