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“Ella, it’s good to see you again. This is my daughter, Lucy,” Mum introduces me.
“Shirley, I’m glad you could make it. Lucy, I’ve heard so much about you. Thank you for joining us tonight.” Ella McKinley’s smile is warm and friendly.
“Thank you,” I reply.
“Oh, this is Dominic, my son. I believe you two go to the same school.” She gestures to the guy who is currently staring daggers my way like he wants to skin me alive.
What the hell did I ever do to him?
“Hi, I’m Lucy. I think I’ve seen you around campus.” I hold out my hand to shake his, and he glares at my open palm like it’s going to jump up and hit him. And right when I’m about to pull back, thinking he doesn’t want to touch me or something, Ella elbows him in the side and he clasps his much larger hand around my fingers.
I’m stung with a thousand bolts of electricity as his skin zaps mine. Kind of like when you touch a shopping trolley and it zaps you, but ten times more intense. I look at our joined palms, and my brows draw down in confusion.
What the hell was that?
His grip is tight, firm. Maybe a little too firm. “Dom,” he says.
My gaze shoots up to his cold, dead eyes. And I can’t keep the stunned expression off my face as my mouth hangs open.
It’s him. That voice. I’d recognise it anywhere—after all, I did make myself orgasm listening to it. Twice.
I pull my hand away and feel the redness creep up my neck. “Um, I’m just… bathroom,” I choke out to my mum before spinning around and hightailing it away from the table. I practically run into the bathroom and lock myself in a stall.
I pull out my phone and then realise I don’t have anyone to call. I haven’t even told Shar about the mysterious stalker I’ve managed to capture the attention of. The stalker who now has a face and a name. I think I want to go back to not knowing. I let this guy have phone sex with me. I’ve told him things I’ve never voiced to anyone before.
And it’s Dominic-fucking-McKinley.
What kind of sick, bored, rich kid game is he playing at here?
Shit! Shit! Shit! How on earth can I go back out there and face him? Sit across the table from him all night knowing he’s heard me come apart? Knowing he has goddamn cameras in my apartment?
Maybe I’ll text mum and tell her I’m sick and need to go home. That will work. I won’t actually go home. I can’t ever go back to my apartment. If I could burn the place down without impacting all the other residents in my building, I would.
“Are you really going to hide in there all night, Little Bee?”
I jump, letting out a squeal at the sound of his voice. Before the ten seconds of fear gives way to anger. And I let it wash over me. Opening the door to the stall, I glare at the man of my nightmares. “Whatever you want, whatever you think you’re playing at, I already told you I’m done. What the actual fuck? You… you…” I throw my hands in the air.
His eyes turn a shade darker—though I don’t know how that’s even possible. His jaw tenses as he takes slow, measured steps towards me. I instinctively back away, until I’m pressed up against the tiled wall at the far end of the room. I look to my left, then my right. One way leads into a stall, the other towards the basins.
Shit, I’m stuck in a bathroom with the psychopath who’s been stalking me. How the hell did I put myself in this position?
I consider my options, if I can try to get around him. But before I can even attempt an escape, he has a hand wrapped around my throat. Pinning me against the cold tiles. “This is only just the beginning, Little Bee,” he says, his voice hoarse as he flexes each of the muscles in his hand.
“Keep dreaming,” I spit out.
Dominic tilts his head. His eyes roam up and down my body. “I really thought one touch would kill me. And, yet, here I am. Alive and fucking breathing.”
“Are you sure about that?” I ask him.
“I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now. Touching you.” His other hand runs up the bare skin of my leg, right along the slit in this stupid black dress.
I shouldn’t have worn it. I should have donated it to the op shop. He’s probably got a hard-on at just knowing he bought it and I’m wearing it.
“I was going to keep my distance you know. I didn’t want this to happen. But now that I have you, I don’t think I can let go,” he says more to himself than to me.
“You don’t get to keep me, asshole.” I squirm, trying to get out of his hold.
He presses his body up against mine, the hard outline of his cock digging into my stomach. I bite my lip to prevent the moan from escaping. My body is betraying me right now.
