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"Ah, a classic!" Dominic exclaimed, grinning broadly. "I love that movie. 'As you wish,' right?"
"Exactly," I laughed, the tension in my chest easing ever so slightly. "My mom and I used to watch it all the time when I was a kid. It was kind of our thing."
"Sounds like a great memory," he responded warmly, encouraging me to continue.
"Actually, there was this one time when I was about seven or eight," I began, recalling a long-forgotten moment from my childhood. "We were watching the movie, and during the scene where Westley is climbing the Cliffs of Insanity, I decided I wanted to be a great climber, too. So, I proceeded to climb the bookshelf in our living room. And, well... let's just say it didn't end well for me or the bookshelf."
"Sounds like quite an adventure," Dominic chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he laughed. "I'm glad you're okay, though."
"Thanks," I replied, feeling a warmth spread through me at his concern, even if it was about an incident that had happened years ago. "It's funny how sometimes we do these ridiculous things as kids and only realize later how reckless they were."
"Very true," he agreed, nodding thoughtfully. "But those experiences shape us into who we are today, right?"
"Definitely," I said, feeling a strange sense of comfort in sharing this small part of myself with him. It wasn't much, but it was a start. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.
"Well, we should get back to work," I said, eager to move on.
"Alright, but before that," Dominic said, pushing off from the desk and walking around to sit in his extra chair. THE chair. My heart almost stopped. "One more question."
"Shoot," I replied, curious to see what he would ask next.
"Favorite curse word?" His eyebrows lifted playfully as he asked, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Are you serious?" I shook my head, amused by his unexpected question.
"Absolutely," he confirmed, grinning as he awaited my response.
"Fine," I sighed, playing along. "It's 'fuck.' There, happy?"
"Very," he replied, chuckling softly. "And I agree. It's a very versatile word." The tone in his voice made me think of a certain definition of the word. I cleared my throat.
"Alright, Dr. Harrington," I said, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism. "We should probably get back to work now."
"Agreed," he nodded, and I could tell he appreciated our brief moment of connection, no matter how insignificant it may have seemed. He got up and walked toward me. I held my breath. His lips hovered close to mine and I could feel the warmth of his breath coming out of his nose. His gorgeous, musky, woodsy cologne was driving me wild. I closed my eyes, almost unable to take this much of him, this close.
His hand raised, and he gently stroked my cheek. I quickly inhaled and opened my lips ever so slightly. My eyes fluttered open.
"My turn to ask you a question," I said, slightly breathless, but trying to calm down the tension building up in the depths of my core. "What's the one thing that scares you more than anything in the world?"
Dominic gently smiled and replaced his hand on my cheek with his mouth, kissing me gently along my jawline until he reached my ear. I closed my eyes again and tipped my head back. "Spiders," he whispered. "I absolutely hate spiders. Can't stand the sight of them." The tone in his voice and the massage from his lips along my neck indicated no fear of spiders whatsoever in the moment.
I let out a little moan as I started to feel him push his lips harder into my neck. "I find it hard to believe that you're afraid of spiders." I chuckled as I continued enjoying him. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into me, running my hands up and down his muscular back.
His mouth found mine, and we sunk into each other as our hands roamed our bodies. His eyes closed, he said between kisses, "They're. Creepy. Like. Their. Creepy. Photos." It felt like his mouth and his tongue were everywhere, and I was more than happy to reciprocate. "What. About. You?" His lips moved back to my ear as he ground his body into mine. I could feel that he was rather excited as his hardness pressed into my hip. "What scares you the most, Calla?"
I paused. "Failure," I admitted, feeling a bit vulnerable sharing this with him. I dropped my head a little, but then tipped my face to look at him again. "More than anything, I'm terrified of not living up to my potential or letting others down."
He smiled, pulling me close again, as we resumed kissing. I ran my hand up the back of his neck, into his hair, slightly pulling his beautiful black hair. He let his head fall back and let out the most sexy, low groan. "You're definitely not letting me down right now, Calla."
Part of me couldn't believe I had this gorgeous specimen of a man in my arms. And I, Calla Rosewood, seemed to be able to have some effect over him. I couldn't help thinking how out of my league he was. Not only was Dominic incredibly successful, but he also had this magnetic charisma that drew people to him. And there I was, just a recent business school graduate, struggling to find her place in the world. But then, here we were, entwined in his office, unable to resist the pull toward each other.
"Dom."
"Yes?"
"We need to stop. We're in the office."
Dom looked at me with his smiling, warm eyes. He hummed in agreement. "And that's what I love about you."
