Any hesitation or fear I had felt earlier melted as Dom’s hand came to rest against my back, and my ears warmed at his use of the moniker.
Christophe’s lips curled into another smile, this one even more dangerous. “Oh, my friend will be here soon. He’s been quite eager to meet all of you.” His tone was dripping with suggestion, making my skin crawl. He winked, and I frowned, confused.
Him? My thoughts spun, trying to piece together the puzzle Christophe was laying out. He had brought someone with him—a man.
Christophe turned and sauntered off, leaving us standing there in the middle of the ballroom.
Dom’s hand remained on my waist as we moved further into the ballroom, my heart still racing from the encounter. There was something about Christophe that set me on edge, something more tha
