and while I don’t see that age difference, Maman might and she hides nothing from Papa. He will be here in three hours to drag me back. Worse, Papa taught me to read people and he’s more excellent at it than me. If he talks to Dominic even once, he’ll figure out his nature.
Needless to say, everything will go nasty.
“I’m happy for you, my Camille.” Maman’s warm voice fills me with peace. “Don’t tell your father I speak to you. He thinks we’re both punishing you.”
I smile as William, my colleague motions at me from the door. “Listen, Maman. I got to go. I will talk to you later.”
“Prends soin, ma belle. Bisous.”
“Bisous. Bisous.”
Once I hung up, Will saunters inside. He’s a year or so older than me. He has golden blond hair and a square jawline and dreamy blue eyes. Needless to say, he’s the reason we get many teen customers around here. He and Nancy taught me everything when I first arrived.
“What’s up?” I smile.
“Samir told me to help out with the boxes.” He kicks one as if he’s offended. “He says I draw too much attention. I don’t!”
“Sure you do.” I nudge his side. “You know Sam is conservative, so do whatever you do behind his back.”
He lifts boxes and shoves them in a totally non-neat manner. “I think he was cool with it until I started flirting with his daughter.”
I laugh. “Oh, mon Dieu. You had the audacity to do that?”
He grins in a golden boy fashion. “She’s cute.”
“Wow. I’m surprised he didn’t fire you.”
“Me too.” His brows knit together. “Do you think he will if he finds out I kissed her?”
I gasp. “You didn’t!”
“I kind of did.”
I pat his shoulder in mock condolences. “It was good knowing you, Will. I will cry at your funeral.”
“Don’t jinx me.” He grumbles. “I’ve been having nightmares about Sam running after me with a fucking axe!”
Both of us laugh so hard, my stomach hurts and I bend over.
Sam’s shadow shows up. Will stifles my laugh with a hand on my mouth. His shoulders are still shaking with laughter and I’m doing my best to remain silent, but I just can’t. I’m imagining Samir running after Will with an axe like in those horror films.
Will must be imagining something similar because he keeps snorting while trying to suppress his laughter.
“I think he’s gone.” He turns to stare at the door and both of us freeze.
Dominic.
He’s standing at the entrance like a grim reaper.
Bordel.
Chapter Seventeen
Dominic’s broad shoulders forbid the light from coming inside the storage room. It’s also blocking my intake of air.
He’s in a fitted dark brown suit that flatters his developed chest and sinister look. I would be drooling if it weren’t for the harsh glare in his eyes. He appears every bit the devil he is.
After a moment of silent intimidation, he strides towards us and easily, too easily, yanks William off me. It’s like my colleague is a sack of rotten potato.
“Get out,” Dominic grits out. His punishing eyes measure William like he plans to dissect him and dance in his remains.
I’ve never seen his shoulders so taut with tension. His strong jaw ticks and his fist is clenching and unclenching by his side.
Dominic was never a violent man – the kinky sex aside. I’ve never seen him prone to any type of violence. He’d rather use his brain to manipulate anyone to do his bidding.
But this Dominic? He looks so out of control like he’s ready to commit murder.
Even Will casts a wary glance his way before addressing me. “Camille? You’re going to be okay?”
“What are you going to do about it? Hmm?” Dominic’s tone is calm but it’s hiding a raging hurricane that will take everything in its wake.
“Go, Will.” I start to guide him to the door but stop when Dominic cuts me a glare so harsh, I squirm.
Oh, Dieu. He can be so scary. His power is seeping underneath my skin, claiming me, suffocating me, exciting me.
On good days, Dominic is intimidating. Angry Dominic is lethal.
Will gives an unsure nod then exits. I release a breath. I just saved him from whatever Dominic was planning to do to him.
I close the door and face Dominic. “What was that all –”
Words cut in my throat when Dominic stands in my face and slams his hand on the side of my head on the door. I flinch, and I hate, hate this, but a throb starts between my thighs just witnessing this side of him.
“No