❦ Rosalind ❦
Dominic was rich, but his extremely clean appearance made me suspect he had gone all out for me.
I smirked into my glass as I remembered the way he’d eaten Viktor’s punches at my birthday party.
He obviously hadn’t learnt his lesson, to fraternize with a married woman like this, even after being rocked by her unhinged husband.
He stared deeply into my eyes now, the hard masculine notes of his slightly too-concentrated perfume filling the space between us.
“I must say, I was surprised, albeit pleasantly, to receive your invitation to this date, Rosalind.”
I swirled my drink, trying to make it through the small talk before I demanded what I was really here for.
“Don’t mind me, I’d simply grown bored of my burly guards and limited company.”
His eyes flashed, sensing an o
