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Climbing the stairs to the museum, I couldn't help but just bask in the moment of having Dom here with me, the sea air rushing through my hair, and just existing in this moment.
We walked up to the desk where I insisted on buying the tickets. Dom was ever the gentleman to try to offer to get them, but this was my treat. The featured exhibit was "Somali Scapes", a photographic and small sculpture exhibit on the second floor.
"That looks interesting," Dom remarked.
"Well, since we don't have a lot of time, why don't we start there?" I suggested.
"Perfect." We walked up the stairs in the hushed tones of the museum. It wasn't busy, and it felt like we were the only ones there sometimes.
The exhibit was a breathtaking show of the beautiful Somali people. Although the photos were in black and white, you could tell through the expressiveness in the eyes of the people in the photographs. The hope, the fear, the desperation, the happiness, the joy. The whole range of emotions was covered in the exhibit. As a supplement to the photos, various artists from Somalia had contributed their sculptures to show more about life in Somalia. Some were easily interpretable. Others, not so much. But you had to appreciate the feeling that the artist was trying to convey.
"This is amazing. Somalia is a place I've considered for the F2 Foundation."
"Oh really? Tell me more about that. It's not really been something I've been able to get into yet."
"Each of us goes on what we call "missions". They're basically a week where we do specialized surgeries for people that otherwise wouldn't have the chance. We supply all the personnel and supplies. We take over one or two operating rooms at the local hospital. Most hospitals are happy to host us, and honestly, it's been an amazing experience for all of us."
"That's really amazing. And you were thinking of going to Somalia? I don't even know where that is."
"Yes, it's been on the list. There was a smattering of neurological cases I heard about in our latest journal, and so it's been on my mind. I didn't know much about it either. Only that it's in eastern Africa, close to Kenya. It's a country with a tough history, but people are people the world 'round. And they deserve the healthcare they need."
We continued to walk around and enjoy the exhibit. I could see Dom's head continue to spin. Maybe this wasn't the best idea.
One of the last sculptures was created by an amateur artist. It was heart-wrenching in its beauty. There was a mother crying over her lost child, lying lifeless in her arms. Dom knelt by the sculpture to read the nameplate. It was simply titled, "Healthcare", by Dr. Mohamed Talib. Dom took his phone out to take a photo of the sculpture and the nameplate.
We finished walking around the exhibit and, once back in the lobby, Dom asked, "Feeling hungry?"
"Yeah, a little."
"Let's go grab a bite."
We picked up a takeout meal and took it back to the office. I had asked more about the financial statements I was working on earlier that day, and Dom thought that we should talk about them over supper. I didn't have any plans that night, so it was perfect. I get to spend time with Dom, he gets some work done, and I learn a little more. I have to admit there's probably no one else on the planet I would do this for.
The office was dark when we got back. Everyone had left for the day. After entering, Dom locked the front door, and we headed to his office.
Settled into his office, I enjoyed just being with him. The light banter, the lobster rolls we had picked up and looking over the spreadsheets. Dom quickly brought me up to speed, even though I found it extremely hard to concentrate being this close to him. I could breathe him in fully, and I have to admit, I probably sat closer to him than I needed to.
Our heads were close, reviewing the numbers. My heart was fluttering. Dominic was explaining a formula to me and what numbers were important. I looked up at him, and his lips were so close. My eyes couldn't do anything but focus on them. Their movements slowed down, time stopped.
I leaned forward, placing my lips on his, effectively stopping Dominic's monologue. He leaned back in his chair and pulled me into him with his strong arms. Our kiss became exploratory, our tongues searching each other, mouths hungry for each other, giving each other permission to let down our walls and give into the attraction that pulled on us so strongly.
"Calla, I... I don't know if this is such a good idea," he stammered, his professionalism momentarily winning out over his lust. But I wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily.
"Come on, Dominic," I purred. "Everyone needs a little distraction now and then. Besides," I added with a mischievous grin, "I promise I won't tell anyone."
For a few tense seconds, he hesitated, torn between desire and caution. Finally, with a barely audible sigh, Dominic seemed to make up his mind. His eyes darkened with lust, and a devilish smile spread across his face.
"Alright, Calla," he murmured. "When it comes to you, I can't say no."
"That's really nice to hear," I replied with a wink, feeling a thrill of triumph at having won him over.
My fingers grazed his arm, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath his shirt. He shivered at my touch, and I could sense his resolve weakening.
"Calla," Dominic murmured, his breathing becoming heavier. "You're really doing a number on me."
"Good," I said, my voice sultry and low. "That's exactly what I intended." I leaned in closer, brushing my lips against his earlobe as my hand moved up to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my fingertips.
"Calla..." he sighed, his voice barely more than a whisper. I could tell he was reaching his breaking point, and it only fueled my desire to push him over the edge.
