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Authors: Debra Kayn
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
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strands pinched between her fingers. Diana hopped down and scooped the hair out of her hand. “I don’t think so, bitch.”
“I’m from Nomora. I’d like a few — ”
“Absolutely not.” She stalked the women out of the room, shut the door, and locked her and Dominic inside. Brushing her hands off, she returned to her pretend date. He handed her glass to her.
“To the best girlfriend I’ve ever had.” He held up his beer.
She clinked her glass against his. The lust in Dominic’s gaze told her the date was going a little too well. She’d have to bring him back down to earth. “Lucky for you, she’s well worth the money.”
Chapter Eight
“I think you should get a restraining order against Nomora. Stealing your hair is a crime, or should be.” In the last hour, Diana had moved her chair closer to his. “The more I think about it, the company is getting desperate. Sending a woman in to do their dirty work, getting physical and expecting you to be okay with it because you’re a male, well that’s disgusting.”
“The police department will only laugh at me. I’ve contacted them before, more than once, to have them escort the women away from the arena and my condominium,” he said. “Although, I’ve never had one pull my hair to get a sample without asking first.”
To Dominic’s surprise, the night passed in continual play back and forth between him and Diana. The music shifted to slower songs, and the noise dimmed the later the hour grew. They’d achieved nothing they’d come to the club for, but he’d gained so much more.
The spirit inside Diana caught him unaware. Her positive outlook on life, including her love of her friends, family, and town had him missing Russia in a good way. He counted his blessings rather than dwell on the difficulties he faced in the United States.
“Do you want another drink?” He’d waited upstairs while she’d retrieved them both another order from the bar earlier, but she seemed in no hurry to grab more.
“Two is a good limit.”
He grinned. “I’m still driving home.”
She patted his hand. “Please?”
“Next time.” He caught her fingers and pulled her closer.
They both leaned toward each other. He stroked the back of her hand with this thumb. Dainty and smooth, she seemed fragile but he knew differently after seeing her in action defending him against the other women.
“Thanks for coming with me tonight.” He spread her fingers, linking his hand with hers.
“I’ve had fun,” she whispered. “More than I imagined I would.”
He lifted his gaze. “Me too.”
All during his career playing hockey, he’d experienced many highs. Goals made, penalty shots that’d won the game, but her confession went right to his soul. He never wanted the night to end. His voice grew husky. “Dance with me.”
“Down there?” She glanced over the railing. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea after what happened.”
He shook his head. “Here. Just you and me.”
“Okay.”
As if they had all the time in the world, they slowly stood, hands still linked together, and moved to the center of the room. So intent on watching her, he simply stood in front of her. Whether it was from the dim light behind her or the prospect of them going to hold each other, her blue eyes darkened.
She wet her lips with her tongue, staring into his eyes. The move snapped him into action, and he pulled her toward him, wrapping his arm around the back of her waist, while holding her other hand to his chest. Her smoldering gaze slid to his, and a fierce need to protect her came over him.
Unaccustomed to dancing, he took his cue from Diana and swayed to the music. She laid her head against his chest. His breath quickened in response, and her body relaxed against his. Together they fell into a rhythm.
The music changed, but neither one of them seemed to be ready to stop. He closed his eyes, confident that his feet could continue moving without him watching.
Stomach to
“I’m from Nomora. I’d like a few — ”
“Absolutely not.” She stalked the women out of the room, shut the door, and locked her and Dominic inside. Brushing her hands off, she returned to her pretend date. He handed her glass to her.
“To the best girlfriend I’ve ever had.” He held up his beer.
She clinked her glass against his. The lust in Dominic’s gaze told her the date was going a little too well. She’d have to bring him back down to earth. “Lucky for you, she’s well worth the money.”
Chapter Eight
“I think you should get a restraining order against Nomora. Stealing your hair is a crime, or should be.” In the last hour, Diana had moved her chair closer to his. “The more I think about it, the company is getting desperate. Sending a woman in to do their dirty work, getting physical and expecting you to be okay with it because you’re a male, well that’s disgusting.”
“The police department will only laugh at me. I’ve contacted them before, more than once, to have them escort the women away from the arena and my condominium,” he said. “Although, I’ve never had one pull my hair to get a sample without asking first.”
To Dominic’s surprise, the night passed in continual play back and forth between him and Diana. The music shifted to slower songs, and the noise dimmed the later the hour grew. They’d achieved nothing they’d come to the club for, but he’d gained so much more.
The spirit inside Diana caught him unaware. Her positive outlook on life, including her love of her friends, family, and town had him missing Russia in a good way. He counted his blessings rather than dwell on the difficulties he faced in the United States.
“Do you want another drink?” He’d waited upstairs while she’d retrieved them both another order from the bar earlier, but she seemed in no hurry to grab more.
“Two is a good limit.”
He grinned. “I’m still driving home.”
She patted his hand. “Please?”
“Next time.” He caught her fingers and pulled her closer.
They both leaned toward each other. He stroked the back of her hand with this thumb. Dainty and smooth, she seemed fragile but he knew differently after seeing her in action defending him against the other women.
“Thanks for coming with me tonight.” He spread her fingers, linking his hand with hers.
“I’ve had fun,” she whispered. “More than I imagined I would.”
He lifted his gaze. “Me too.”
All during his career playing hockey, he’d experienced many highs. Goals made, penalty shots that’d won the game, but her confession went right to his soul. He never wanted the night to end. His voice grew husky. “Dance with me.”
“Down there?” She glanced over the railing. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea after what happened.”
He shook his head. “Here. Just you and me.”
“Okay.”
As if they had all the time in the world, they slowly stood, hands still linked together, and moved to the center of the room. So intent on watching her, he simply stood in front of her. Whether it was from the dim light behind her or the prospect of them going to hold each other, her blue eyes darkened.
She wet her lips with her tongue, staring into his eyes. The move snapped him into action, and he pulled her toward him, wrapping his arm around the back of her waist, while holding her other hand to his chest. Her smoldering gaze slid to his, and a fierce need to protect her came over him.
Unaccustomed to dancing, he took his cue from Diana and swayed to the music. She laid her head against his chest. His breath quickened in response, and her body relaxed against his. Together they fell into a rhythm.
The music changed, but neither one of them seemed to be ready to stop. He closed his eyes, confident that his feet could continue moving without him watching.
Stomach to
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