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“He’ll do what I tell him too,” Dom muttered as he followed behind me.
I grimaced. Dom’s attitude towards this whole situation was not going to do me any favors with his men. Though Dom and I had created an unspoken treaty, I was sure that his men had not agreed to it.
But tonight wasn’t about all of that. I was determined that we would have a nice, normal evening.
“Bon Appetit!” I laid the plates down on the table with a flourish before turning to Dom.
He had a soft smile on his face, and I couldn’t stop the blush from filling my cheeks. For the past two weeks, I had been unable to think of anything more than Dom and his body. I wanted him, but he hadn’t made a single move since that first night home, and I’d been gravely disappointed.
I’d always thought I wanted the perfect gentleman, but it turns out I wasn’t necessarily interested in that.
“What is this?” Dom asked.
“It’s meatloaf,” I told him. I scooped a piece of the meat onto my fork. I wasn’t sure what you liked, and this recipe had good reviews.”
Dom raised a brow, but he scooped the meat and potatoes onto his fork. I waited with baited breath as he placed the fork in his mouth.
“Is it good?” I asked.
Dom nodded, but I noticed that his jaw was tense, and he was barely chewing.
I dropped my fork in resignation. “It’s terrible, isn’t it?” I asked.
Dom shook his head, and I watched his Adam apple bob as he swallowed. “It’s great,” he said.
I pursed my lips at the obvious lie and brought the meat to my mouth.
“Don’t,” Dom said. His hand reached out and wrapped itself around my wrist.
“So it is bad.”
“I think you mixed salt and sugar together.”
“Ugh!” I placed my head in my hands. “I tried so hard. I can’t believe I mixed up sugar and salt. How stupid am I?”
I genuinely felt terrible. I had wanted to do something nice for Dom. I wanted to repay him for saving my life, and considering that I didn’t have any money that he didn’t give to me, I thought that cooking was something that I could do for him.
Dom shook his head. The hand that was around my wrist loosened, and I felt his thumb soothing my pulse point.
“It was a nice gesture,” he told me. His voice was low and his eyes were dark as he looked at me. I clenched my thighs together under the table, as I felt myself beginning to pulse with desire.
Leaning in, I was practically begging Dom to kiss me, and as his eyes zoomed on my lips, I was sure that he was finally going to do it.
Unfortunately, I was wrong. Before I could do anything, Dom dropped my wrist and scooted back further in his chair and away from me. The move was abrupt, and it took a few seconds for me to recover.
“We should order some Chinese,” Dom said, as he stood up.
I nodded. I was too embarrassed to say anything.
“Sounds good.” I grabbed the plates. “I’m going to clean up.”
Dom said nothing, and I was glad for it. My embarrassment was displayed hotly across my cheeks. I had wanted him to kiss me. I had wanted a lot more than that. But for some reason Dom no longer wanted me. I should have been happy that he wasn’t interested in me. The last time we had sex hadn’t been great. He’d left me feeling used and disgusted with myself, and while things had changed between the two of us, they hadn’t changed that much.
Standing in the kitchen, I decided that I would be happy with my lot in life. My husband might not want me, but we were able to be friends. That was more than most people, including my parents ever had.
This was a much better fate than the one I thought I would be getting. That’s what I reminded myself as I blinked back my tears.
