Dominic’s POV
The moment I step out into the open space of the cáfe, her perfume still lingers in the air like smoke after a fire. I slipped into my car staring at the doors of the cáfe hoping she’d also come out. But she doesn’t.
I sit in my car for a minute longer, jaw tight and hands gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white.
And after a couple of minutes of hopelessly waiting, I drive off. By the time I reach my office downtown, I’ve somehow convinced myself that it’s better this way.
Stepping out of the elevator, I find my Assistant Dina already waiting in the hallway as usual. A file in both hands and for some reason tension written all over her face. “Sir, you’re late for your meeting with the Angelos about the pending project.”
I brush past her. “Reschedule.”
