Dominic rested his arm against the door frame and leaned closer to Samaire.“Well, now you just put it out there in the world…” Samaire’s throat tightened. He was going to make light of her invitation. She should have known.“Yeah… I guess I did,” she replied slowly.“After that, I’m going to wonder what it’s like to be with you,” Dominic continued as he stared at her mouth. He hadn’t before? Not even once? Samaire didn’t want to think about that.“It could prove to be a distraction.” Slowly, he reached out and cupped her face with his hand. It was warm and so manly against her delicate skin.“I may not be able to stop wondering about it once this week is over.” Samaire fought the urge to lean into his touch.“That could be detrimental to our working relationship.” Dominic gently rubbed his thumb against her cheekbone.“But having sex will change everything,” he warned Samaire.“I believe everything between us has already cha
Samaire licked her lips as he covered her sex with his other hand.“You deserve better, baby…” Dominic pressed his finger against her slick and swollen clitoris, and she bucked against his hand.“You should have more… so much more…”“Just because I’m quiet doesn’t mean that I only like sweet, romantic sex. I want…” A rough moan tore from her throat.“Quiet?” Dominic said in a teasing tone as he stroked her sex. Her breath hitched in her throat as her skin went hot and tingly. He slid his fingers inside her for just one second, enough for her to lose her mind and yell.“Dom…”“Sweet?” he asked again and slid his fingers once again inside her, this time deeper. “I never thought of you like that, Samaire… Oh, baby, what you are is so fucking wet… so hot…” She leaned her head against his shoulder.“Please, Dom… Oh, God, please! Please, take me now… Put your cock inside me and…”“Already?” His voice was raspy and low against her e
Samaire parked her car in front of the wine bar. There was a rainy, freezing day that would normally have her curled up at home with a mug of hot chocolate. Instead, she was venturing out in the horrible weather, on her way to see Dominic. Any excuse was good to see him. Samaire used to shake her head at women who did that when they started a relationship. Now she was one of them! While she wanted to make the most of this fling, she also had to remember that it had no future. So, she had to play it cool. She stepped into the wine bar and ran her fingers through her damp hair, glancing around.“Samaire?” Deanna walked by her and stopped. Her hands were filled with two bags containing wine bottles.“I should’ve known you would be here.”“Hi, Deanna, good to see you,” Samaire replied hesitantly and glanced in the direction of the kitchen. “Did you enjoy the bonfire?” Her friend wagged her eyebrows.“Not as much as you did…” Sama
Her eyes widened with outrage.“I should thank him because he didn’t give me false hope. He listed all the reasons why the industry would chew me up and spit me out.” Dominic frowned as he remembered the pain of that moment.“I’ve never told anyone about that. Not even my parents. In the end, no one accepted me and I finally had to work for my family.”“That was years ago,” she pointed out. “It’s different now.”“Yeah, it’s different. I’m too old to go after this dream.”“No, you’re not,” Samaire insisted. She grabbed his arm, and he got the sense she would have shaken him if she could.“Do you know how many clients I have who are on their second or third career?”“It’s too late for me, Sam.” Samaire studied his expression.“You told me you still dreamed about it.”“When I have a bad day at work…” His mind often drifted to the idea when he wasn’t careful.“You’re bored here, Dom.” She gestured around his office. Dominic stiff
“Who told you that crap?” Dominic asked.“Experts. Many, many experts…” She wasn’t surprised by his anger. It seemed to be the common reaction.“Well… I say they’re all fucking wrong.” He slapped his hand against his desk.“Sam… Baby… You are smart and creative. You solve problems on a daily basis and you are an independent, successful businesswoman. I’m telling you, they are fucking wrong,” Dominic emphasized. Samaire would have been happy to prove the results wrong, and for a while, she had acted as if the diagnosis hadn’t existed. But no amount of work made her grades improve and she’d had to accept the truth. Her goals and the future she had imagined were unreachable. Pursuing an Ivy League college was no longer a possibility for someone like her, with such credentials. Her learning disabilities meant she’d never be a researcher or a scientist like her parents. They still refused to discuss that there was something different about her.“Dom,
Dominic walked down the spiral staircase as he tried to hide his bad mood. He wasn’t blind to the cautious way his employees approached him. He also knew he shouldn’t be in a bad mood at all. He was looking forward to the reserve label party on Friday. Even better, he had crunched the numbers for the wine bar. They were performing twice as well as this time last year. He should have a ridiculous grin on his face, but it was Wednesday and he hadn’t seen Samaire since Monday afternoon. She was professional when he had a question about the promotional efforts for the party. He couldn’t fault her on that. Samaire was prompt to respond through emails and texts at all hours of the day. Cheerful but to the point. It was obvious that she was embarrassed for oversharing and she was now avoiding him. Dominic sighed as the weariness settled on him. He had a feeling that he had done something wrong. But what? And would Samaire tell him? Probably not.
Samaire hurried into Dominic’s office and away from curious eyes. He was right behind her. Her face warmed and her muscles shook as emotions clashed inside her. She pressed her hand against her mouth, refusing to speak until they were somewhere private. She waited until Dominic closed the door and then she whirled around to face him.“What’s wrong with you, Dom?” Her voice was low and fierce.“You should ask Fenton what got into him. Why does he think he has the right to yell at you? Do you let your clients talk to you like that?” She covered her face with her hands and gave a growl of frustration before she dropped them to her side.“I had to take care of this myself. How would you feel if I did that to you?”“I wouldn’t let you,” he decided.“This has been so embarrassing,” she muttered. Dominic’s eyes widened.“I embarrassed you? I wasn’t the one who caused a scene. I was trying to help. I was protecting you.”“That’s not what I meant,” Samai
Dominic stood in front of Samaire’s apartment door hours later. Her words had spun in his head all day and he hadn’t been able to quiet his doubts. He’d eventually cut out of work early. All he could think about was making things right with Samaire, but he didn’t know where to start. He stared at the white door in front of him as he waited for Samaire to answer his knock. It had been a few minutes and he was beginning to doubt she would open the door. Why was he bothering anyway? Dominic glanced over his shoulder. He should just cut his losses and move on. It was how he always handled his flings. He couldn’t do that this time, though. This relationship was different. He was different with Samaire. The fling had started out fake but he’d gotten a glimpse of what it would be like to share his life with Samaire. He liked what he saw. He knocked on the door harder. He knew she was there but her silence told him everything he needed to know without saying a
Dominic pulled out of the parking spot but stopped when he heard a bang on the back of the car.“Dom! Wait! Don’t go!” ‘She was there… Samaire came to him…’ He got out in a second. Her hair was free from the knot and was getting wet and she squinted as the rain hit her face. The bag dangled from her shoulder, and Samaire took deep breaths as if she had sprinted from the coffee shop.“Please…” she added almost whispering.“My darling…” Dominic exclaimed.“I don’t want you to stay away…”“Are you sure?“Yes…”“Look, I know you don’t need my protection,” he said in a rush. “Lena always complains about how overprotective I am. I guess it’s because I was the big brother and I had to show her the way. Once you and my sister became friends, that protection covered you, as well. I don’t know how to stop trying to look out for you, Sam… It’s how I take care of the people I love.”“I don’t want you to stop, Dom,” Samaire said as her expression softened. “But I also
‘Everything we shared was fake.’ Two weeks later, Samaire’s words still haunted Dominic. She had said some other things that had stung but that statement bothered him the most. If what they’d had was fake, he wouldn’t feel this depressed and alone. He would sleep at night and function through the day. If what they had wasn’t real, then why did he feel as if he’d lost something special? Dominic slowly got out of his car and bent his head to ward off the cold and misty rain. He strode to the small coffee shop where he knew Samaire was waiting for her friend Deanna. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to confront her in public. Samaire didn’t like surprises and she withdrew into herself when she was cornered. She was going to hate what he was about to do but he had tried to reach her for weeks. Samaire was avoiding him... she was hiding from him. Dominic’s stomach turned at the thought. Hiding because of him. Samaire had just begun to step off the
Samaire’s hands shook as she tried to unlock her car door. A howling pain raged inside her, ready to tear free. She had to lock down the bitterness and the dark, swirling emotions. She was just a hook-up for him? A quickie? Someone to bang and left on the side of the road? Her heart was in pieces and she needed to get out of the parking lot… Of the city, for that matter. “Leaving town? Really? That’s your solution… That’s the best you can do? Damn it, Samaire!” she scowled herself. “You knew the fling was a bad idea, and you did it anyway. You knew you’d get your heart broken… Well, congratulations! You are in love with the man who broke your heart forever!” Okay, running away wasn’t a solution but she won’t stay there and show him or the world how much the words he said to Brian Connolly had hurt her or how she thought she had meant something to him. Giving no reaction had been her only defense for years and it came automatically to her.“Sam! Where ar
There weren’t enough words to describe Samaire. He could only choose a few… Intense. Wild. Serious. Beautiful. Strong. Wonderful. Loving. Determined. Sexy. Perfect. But the list could go on and on. He would sing Samaire’s praises but there were many things he didn’t want to share with Brian. He knew the douchebag would not appreciate her strengths and vulnerabilities. Connolly would search for her flaws, real and unimagined.“What is it you want to know about her?” Dominic asked.“She works on your social media…” Brian said before he quaffed the wine. “What does that entail?”“We had no social media presence until we hired Samaire. She built our strategy… Connected us with the world.” Dominic quickly ran down the list of Samaire’s duties and realized it was a lot. Somehow Samaire managed to put all of the pieces together and create excitement for his business.“Have you seen any results?” Brian asked as he leaned back in his chair. “I’m sure you can’t dir
“Why? What’s wrong with the tasting room?” Samaire asked looking around. She was surprisingly light-headed as her legs wobbled. Her muscles ached as the lust coiled tight in her pelvis.“No one’s here... No one can see us, Dom, so relax…”“I can’t hide you if anyone walks in, baby.” Samaire smiled at his protective gesture.“They won’t…”“Darling, let’s stop for now… Let’s continue this at your place or mine…”“But here is so much better… And I don’t wanna stop, Dom…” She slowly slipped down from the counter and gently, shimmied out of her sexy dress. Samaire stood still for a second allowing him to take her image in. Dominic’s gaze went from her breasts to the apex of her legs. It was like he was caressing her with his eyes.“You are absolutely breathtaking…” he whispered. Unable to remain passive any longer, Samaire got near him, unfastened his white shirt, and tugged it loose. Eager to feel his skin, she shoved the shirt from him. Samaire slo
It was close to midnight when Samaire got out of her car in the Cedar Creek Wine Cellar parking lot. She wasn’t sure what had prompted her to come back here after the party. Dominic hadn’t invited her back. Instead, he’d given her an intense look when she had left with Brian. Samaire walked to the door as a couple of employees were leaving.“Is Dominic still here?” she asked.“Yes,” one of the waiters said as he held the door open for her. “He’s always the last one to leave. We just saw him in the tasting room.” She thanked him and stepped into the bar. She paused as the door closed behind her. She hadn’t been here when it was empty, and most of the lights were turned off. Samaire quietly went up the metal stairs and headed to the tasting room. She stopped in the doorway when she saw Dominic. His white shirt almost glowed in the shadows. He was in the far corner, sitting on a barstool near the counter, and looking out the windows that faced the evergreen t
Hours later, Dominic peered over the heads of the guests and glanced at the entrance of the tasting room. The room was now comfortably filled with wine enthusiasts but not packed from wall to wall. He had caught snatches of deep discussion and glowing compliments about the reserve label. Tonight had been a success but one component had been missing. Dominic curled his arm tighter around Samaire’s waist and pressed his mouth against her ear.“I don’t think he’s going to show, darling.” Samaire’s back stiffened and she glanced at the door.“You’re probably right.” She returned her attention to him and smiled sweetly.“Well, I guess that means more brownies for me.” Dominic was intrigued by her indifferent attitude. He remembered her anxiety when Brian had first announced his visit. Why the change? Was this part of her wild party-girl act? If so, she did it very well.“The tasting room is going to close in half an hour,” Dominic said. “He
By Friday night, Dominic had grown quiet and tense. He stood by the desk in his office as the darkness of the night gathered. For the next three hours, he had to be the genial host for his party while watching Samaire gain the attention of a total douchebag. He reached for the wine bottle on his desk and poured a small amount of the Merlot into a wineglass. This time he didn’t care about the bouquet or heavy oak aging. Fuck that! All he could think about was Sam. This night was about her. FOR her. When he heard a knock, Dominic set the wine bottle to the side and glanced at the office door.“Come in, it’s open.” The door cautiously opened and Samaire peeked around the corner.“Dom, you wanted to see me?”“Yeah, come.” She walked into the room and closed the door behind her. Her silky hair was swept up in a soft and romantic style that emphasized the graceful lines of her neck. The dark lavender dress complimented her pale skin and pale
“Who was on the phone?”“Brian,” she said as she crawled onto the bed. “I invited him to your party as you suggested.” Dominic didn’t say anything as she straddled his hips. His hands automatically went to her legs and stroked them tenderly. So, she invited Connolly… Well, she must really want that job in LA. He didn’t want her to go, but he couldn’t hold her back. Why was it that he had known Samaire for most of his life but only noticed her when it was almost too late?“Dom, I need to ask another favor…” Samaire leaned over him, her fingers gripping his shoulders.“Yesterday you said I don’t defend myself and I know it’s true. I want to be more assertive, but I’m not sure where to start.” He had trouble thinking straight as the sense of impending loss continued to roll through him.“You’re very assertive with me, darling,” he said gruffly. “Our brainstorming sessions can turn into heated arguments.”“Okay, but I’m that way only with you,” Samaire replie