I swat at his chest, laughing again. “What are you doing to me?”
“The same thing you do to me,” he counters, leaning in for another kiss, this one slower, softer, like he’s savoring me. My resolve wavers for a second—or maybe ten seconds—before I finally plant my hands on his chest and push him back.
“Lunch,” I say, a little breathless. “You said you brought me lunch. Stop distracting me before I get hangry.”
His grin widens, and he grabs the takeout bag from the desk, holding it out like a peace offering. “Fine, fine. Food first. Eat your lunch and then I’ll eat you.”
I roll my eyes, taking the bag from him. “Not here. You can do that last part at home.”
He leans against the edge of my desk, watching me open the bag. “Gladly, querida mía.”
In the middle of eating, Jenna, my bride, taps on the door.
“Hi,” she calls out as Dominic stands, knowing it’s his cue to leave.
She frowns when she sees the food spread out on my desk. “Sorry, I can come back. I know I’m a little early.”
“You’re fine,” I tell her, wrapping up my sandwich. “Come on in.”
She sinks down onto a chair and Dominic leans down to give me a quick kiss.
“I’ll see you at home. Don’t forget to wait for Gavin to follow you.”
“I won’t forget.”
With one more quick kiss he’s out the door, leaving me with Jenna.
“Is that your boyfriend?” she asks, her face bright with a curious smile.
I laugh, a flush creeping up on my cheeks. “Yeah. He’s pretty affectionate. Sorry, if that made you uncomfortable.”
She shakes her head. “No, I think it’s cute.” Her smile fades slightly. “Sometimes I wish Matt was a little more affectionate. He’s not big on PDA.”
The last few times Jenna and I have met to go over wedding details, Matt has been noticeably absent. I’ve been meaning to ask, but I try my best to stay out of my client’s personal lives. There are a variety of reasons the groom would choose to skip out on meetings, but I don’t have a good feeling about any of Matt’s reasons. I haven’t had a good feeling about Matt from the start.
Just as I’m about to begin showing Jenna the latest mockup for the table layout, a knock sounds.
Dominic hesitantly walks back in with a shy grin.
“Sorry for interrupting.” He lifts two small takeout containers. “I forgot to give you dessert.”
He sets a box down in front of me and one in front of Jenna. “It’s nothing fancy, just pie from the diner.”
Jenna looks up at Dominic, “Oh. Don’t feel obligated to give me one.”
“It’s fine,”he tells her. “I have to go back on shift, and don’t have time to eat it. It’ll go to waste.”
She smiles with a creased forehead, like it’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her. “Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“Thank you,” I tell him, craning my neck to give him another goodbye kiss.
Hi cradles my jaw and kisses me softly. “Okay, now I’m really leaving.”
Once he’s gone, I try to get back on task with Jenna, but she seems unfocused, distracted.
“Everything okay?” I ask her, worried I’ve offended her somehow.
