“That was awesome.”
“What? You liked being interviewed by reporters?”
She batted a hand. “I could take that or leave that. What I loved was you walking away from Sally.”
Dom spared her a glance, then he grinned. “She’s protocol office so she basically runs everything. It’s fun every once in a while to remind her that she works for me.”
“Oh, so you’re a tough guy now?”
He laughed. “I told you being a king is all about being respected.”
“Well, in that case, let me say you got some votes of confidence from me.”
He turned. “Really?”
“Yes. Last night when you said we should use my dress choice and this morning when you let me answer my own questions from the press—those were good. But not letting Sally push me around? Or your dad? Those were better. I... Well, I felt like a real person.”
“You are a real person.”
She laughed, but something inside nudged her to talk, to at least trust him enough to tell him the basics. “I know that. But my upbringing was awful. There are more chances that I’m going to embarrass you than make you proud.”
“Are you kidding? Your first public act was to faint, then pretend it was no big deal when you walked back into the fray of reporters to get to the car. You waved and told them you were fine as if they were a bunch of friends hanging out on a street corner.” He laughed. “I think they don’t know what to do with you.”
“So confusion is the way to go, if I can’t beguile them with my good looks and charm?”
He sneaked another peek at her as the elevator door opened on the big square foyer before his apartment. “Oh, I wouldn’t discount your charm just yet.”
She looked up at him. He gazed down at her. With the huge hall just outside the door empty and quiet, the tiny elevator suddenly felt intimate.
Gazing into his eyes, she remembered how he’d pulled her to him outside her apartment door and kissed her like a man so crazy about a woman he couldn’t resist her.
So maybe he did think she had charm.
The elevator door began to close and without looking away Dominic caught it, forcing it open again.
“We better go.”
“Yeah.”
Neither of them moved. Something hummed between them. She’d say it was the same something that had brought him to her condo door all those weeks ago, the same something that drew them to her bed, except in the past two days she’d made him laugh and he wasn’t going to make her talk about her dad.
He took a step closer to her and her breath shivered. Her lips tingled from wanting to kiss him. But he stayed where he was, close enough to touch, but not making a move to kiss her, though his eyes shimmered with need.
The air filled with something hot and tempting. She knew she could easily label this lust, but she knew something else was at work here. They really were forming a team. And the pull of that, the longing not to be alone in this deal, fighting for herself and her rights, but having somebody fight with her, was even stronger than the lust that had driven them that night.
That scared her silly.
But his gaze held hers.
And everything inside her trembled with yearning.
She longed for the day she’d met him, when she didn’t fear their future because she didn’t think they had a future, and she wondered what it would be like to let her guard down again—
But Dom had warned her not to spin fairy tales. And life had taught her that good things could turn bad in the blink of an eye. Not more than twenty minutes ago, she’d been worried about comparing him to her dad. Now she wanted to kiss him? To trust him?
Everything was happening too fast.
This was a ruse. Nothing more. And she was going to get hurt if she didn’t stop trying to spin that fairy tale.
She turned and walked out of the elevator to the apartment and to her suite.
CHAPTER FIVE
D OMINIC ATE A very quiet, disappointing lunch. No matter how he tried to engage Ginny, she’d smile distantly and pop a bite
“What? You liked being interviewed by reporters?”
She batted a hand. “I could take that or leave that. What I loved was you walking away from Sally.”
Dom spared her a glance, then he grinned. “She’s protocol office so she basically runs everything. It’s fun every once in a while to remind her that she works for me.”
“Oh, so you’re a tough guy now?”
He laughed. “I told you being a king is all about being respected.”
“Well, in that case, let me say you got some votes of confidence from me.”
He turned. “Really?”
“Yes. Last night when you said we should use my dress choice and this morning when you let me answer my own questions from the press—those were good. But not letting Sally push me around? Or your dad? Those were better. I... Well, I felt like a real person.”
“You are a real person.”
She laughed, but something inside nudged her to talk, to at least trust him enough to tell him the basics. “I know that. But my upbringing was awful. There are more chances that I’m going to embarrass you than make you proud.”
“Are you kidding? Your first public act was to faint, then pretend it was no big deal when you walked back into the fray of reporters to get to the car. You waved and told them you were fine as if they were a bunch of friends hanging out on a street corner.” He laughed. “I think they don’t know what to do with you.”
“So confusion is the way to go, if I can’t beguile them with my good looks and charm?”
He sneaked another peek at her as the elevator door opened on the big square foyer before his apartment. “Oh, I wouldn’t discount your charm just yet.”
She looked up at him. He gazed down at her. With the huge hall just outside the door empty and quiet, the tiny elevator suddenly felt intimate.
Gazing into his eyes, she remembered how he’d pulled her to him outside her apartment door and kissed her like a man so crazy about a woman he couldn’t resist her.
So maybe he did think she had charm.
The elevator door began to close and without looking away Dominic caught it, forcing it open again.
“We better go.”
“Yeah.”
Neither of them moved. Something hummed between them. She’d say it was the same something that had brought him to her condo door all those weeks ago, the same something that drew them to her bed, except in the past two days she’d made him laugh and he wasn’t going to make her talk about her dad.
He took a step closer to her and her breath shivered. Her lips tingled from wanting to kiss him. But he stayed where he was, close enough to touch, but not making a move to kiss her, though his eyes shimmered with need.
The air filled with something hot and tempting. She knew she could easily label this lust, but she knew something else was at work here. They really were forming a team. And the pull of that, the longing not to be alone in this deal, fighting for herself and her rights, but having somebody fight with her, was even stronger than the lust that had driven them that night.
That scared her silly.
But his gaze held hers.
And everything inside her trembled with yearning.
She longed for the day she’d met him, when she didn’t fear their future because she didn’t think they had a future, and she wondered what it would be like to let her guard down again—
But Dom had warned her not to spin fairy tales. And life had taught her that good things could turn bad in the blink of an eye. Not more than twenty minutes ago, she’d been worried about comparing him to her dad. Now she wanted to kiss him? To trust him?
Everything was happening too fast.
This was a ruse. Nothing more. And she was going to get hurt if she didn’t stop trying to spin that fairy tale.
She turned and walked out of the elevator to the apartment and to her suite.
CHAPTER FIVE
D OMINIC ATE A very quiet, disappointing lunch. No matter how he tried to engage Ginny, she’d smile distantly and pop a bite
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