assumptions on his character and she didn’t really know him yet.
* * *
Aaliyah could not sleep. Strange, since she’d slept so well from the time she’d arrived on the island. She glanced at the clock. Just after midnight. She needed to get a good night’s sleep since she had to be up early in the morning.
The sessions with Dominic had been going well, though she sensed a bit of reluctance and resistance each time. She’d had three sessions with him already and each day, she felt exhausted at his lack of interest, especially when the massage portion began. Since that first day, he’d not allowed her to complete the session. She wondered if he was in more pain than he admitted.
She sighed, turning restlessly on the bed. She pulled the sheet around her. The central air was at a perfect temperature. But it wasn’t hot; she just felt miserable.
She’d been feeling like that a lot lately around Dominic. He left her feeling hot and bothered after each one of their sessions. The image of him naked still flashed in her mind’s eye and she almost wished he would drop his clothes again.
She was attracted to him. There was no doubt about it. If she’d known this would happen, she would have returned to New York after their initial session on the next available flight. Maybe that was the only choice she had now.
She sighed. She didn’t want to think of this now. She’d go downstairs and get something to drink. Maybe a glass of milk would make her feel better.
She rose from the bed, reaching for her robe on the chair.
She walked along the hallway and when she passed Dominic’s room, she heard a noise. It sounded like an animal’s cry.
She paused, listening in the silence, and then she heard it again.
A whimper. Maybe it was Nugget, but she’d thought Nugget slept outdoors in the kennels.
The cry increased. She knocked on the door.
When she stepped inside, the flickering light of a single candle welcomed her. In the center, a big-canopied bed appeared to be lost in the spacious room.
Within the folds of the bed, Dominic lay naked, the sheet barely covering his lower body. As she looked down at him, he groaned again and whimpered something.
Then his body crashed and tossed.
She reached out to touch him, shaking him. He jumped awake suddenly, whipping his hands around and striking her on the shoulder.
She winced in pain.
His eyes searched frantically around the room and landed on her.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” he growled.
“I’m sorry. I heard a noise. You were having a nightmare.”
“And you had to intrude on my privacy?”
“I’ll leave. I thought something was wrong. I apologize.”
She turned to walk away.
“I’m sorry.”
She turned around, a skeptical smile on her face. “I’m sure you’re not usually like this. I look forward to seeing the other you.”
He laughed. “I deserved that.”
“Yes, you do. I know you don’t want me here. But I’m here and I’m going to make sure I do everything in my power to make sure you get better, whether you believe you will or not.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
She headed to the kitchen. She probably needed something stronger that milk to get her to sleep. Hopefully she’d find something a lot more calming. She needed to unwind. She’d been feeling tense for the past few days.
And Dominic Wolfe had a lot to do with her feelings. She could not deny her attraction to him.
Each day she found it more and more difficult to work with him, though only a few days had passed since they’d started.
She walked along the corridor, her footsteps barely heard in the silence.
When she entered the kitchen, she looked around, noticing the cupboard. She headed for the refrigerator, immediately finding the half bottle of wine they’d had at dinner.
She searched for a glass, filled it and sat at the marble-covered island.
She placed the glass to her lips, sipping slowly. Immediately, her body warmed. There was nothing a
* * *
Aaliyah could not sleep. Strange, since she’d slept so well from the time she’d arrived on the island. She glanced at the clock. Just after midnight. She needed to get a good night’s sleep since she had to be up early in the morning.
The sessions with Dominic had been going well, though she sensed a bit of reluctance and resistance each time. She’d had three sessions with him already and each day, she felt exhausted at his lack of interest, especially when the massage portion began. Since that first day, he’d not allowed her to complete the session. She wondered if he was in more pain than he admitted.
She sighed, turning restlessly on the bed. She pulled the sheet around her. The central air was at a perfect temperature. But it wasn’t hot; she just felt miserable.
She’d been feeling like that a lot lately around Dominic. He left her feeling hot and bothered after each one of their sessions. The image of him naked still flashed in her mind’s eye and she almost wished he would drop his clothes again.
She was attracted to him. There was no doubt about it. If she’d known this would happen, she would have returned to New York after their initial session on the next available flight. Maybe that was the only choice she had now.
She sighed. She didn’t want to think of this now. She’d go downstairs and get something to drink. Maybe a glass of milk would make her feel better.
She rose from the bed, reaching for her robe on the chair.
She walked along the hallway and when she passed Dominic’s room, she heard a noise. It sounded like an animal’s cry.
She paused, listening in the silence, and then she heard it again.
A whimper. Maybe it was Nugget, but she’d thought Nugget slept outdoors in the kennels.
The cry increased. She knocked on the door.
When she stepped inside, the flickering light of a single candle welcomed her. In the center, a big-canopied bed appeared to be lost in the spacious room.
Within the folds of the bed, Dominic lay naked, the sheet barely covering his lower body. As she looked down at him, he groaned again and whimpered something.
Then his body crashed and tossed.
She reached out to touch him, shaking him. He jumped awake suddenly, whipping his hands around and striking her on the shoulder.
She winced in pain.
His eyes searched frantically around the room and landed on her.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” he growled.
“I’m sorry. I heard a noise. You were having a nightmare.”
“And you had to intrude on my privacy?”
“I’ll leave. I thought something was wrong. I apologize.”
She turned to walk away.
“I’m sorry.”
She turned around, a skeptical smile on her face. “I’m sure you’re not usually like this. I look forward to seeing the other you.”
He laughed. “I deserved that.”
“Yes, you do. I know you don’t want me here. But I’m here and I’m going to make sure I do everything in my power to make sure you get better, whether you believe you will or not.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
She headed to the kitchen. She probably needed something stronger that milk to get her to sleep. Hopefully she’d find something a lot more calming. She needed to unwind. She’d been feeling tense for the past few days.
And Dominic Wolfe had a lot to do with her feelings. She could not deny her attraction to him.
Each day she found it more and more difficult to work with him, though only a few days had passed since they’d started.
She walked along the corridor, her footsteps barely heard in the silence.
When she entered the kitchen, she looked around, noticing the cupboard. She headed for the refrigerator, immediately finding the half bottle of wine they’d had at dinner.
She searched for a glass, filled it and sat at the marble-covered island.
She placed the glass to her lips, sipping slowly. Immediately, her body warmed. There was nothing a
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