The Two Week Arrangement (Penthouse Affair, #1) novel Chapter 22

He nods. “Kissing. Hand-holding. That type of thing,” he says way too innocently.

“I see.” My voice is tight, and too soft.

“We could practice that now.” His mouth twitches with a smile again.

I laugh. “Is that so?”

I’m trying to keep my tone light and teasing, but my heart is hammering a million miles a minute, and butterflies have erupted inside my stomach.

I slide a fraction closer to him and lift my chin, and then his hot mouth is on mine.

My lips part and Dominic’s skilled tongue touches mine, leaving me almost dizzy. We’ve kissed before, but it’s never been like this. This fiery, this intense. His hand moves to my jaw, my neck, his hold gentle but thrillingly strong. I nip at his lower lip, earning a rough growl of approval that makes my inner muscles clench.

His hand slides over my neck and collarbone, caressing closer and closer to my chest. I moan into his mouth in anticipation—only for him to avoid touching my breast as his hand skims down my side. After drawing a tingling trail down my waist, my hip, his hand settles firmly on my lower back.

My whimper of disappointment breaks into a squeak when he pulls me to straddle his lap.

“Intern, I’m going to enjoy taking my time with you,” he murmurs near my ear, raising goose bumps all the way down my spine.

• • •

Two hours later, the car rolls to a stop.

I hurry to make myself presentable, but while I can fix my lipstick, there’s not much I can do about how pink my cheeks are. Dominic straightens his tie and smooths his hair, rumpled from me running my fingers through it.

How is he so cool and collected when I’m about to explode from need? But no, when I look closer, his eyes glitter with hunger, and I feel a rush of horny satisfaction that I’ve incited such a response from him.

Our chauffeur opens the door and extends a hand to help us out. If he suspects we spent the entire trip flirting and kissing, he doesn’t betray a hint of it.

A man in a suit has already emerged from the house to greet us. When he starts unloading the trunk, I automatically move to help, only for him to wave me off with a smile.

“It’s all right, miss. I’ll handle your bags.”

With an amused sparkle in his eyes, Dominic offers me his hand. We stroll arm in arm up the winding flagstone path. The impressive house ahead of us, overlooking the breeze-ruffled water, is white with a slate roof and navy trim. The property extends to the shoreline, where a large sailboat floats near a dock, bobbing in the tide. It’s beautiful here. Utterly serene. Too bad I feel anything but relaxed.

Roger appears at the front door, beaming. He’s dressed casually in khakis and a polo shirt. “I’m so glad you two could make it. This is my favorite spot to be on the weekend.” He gives a hearty handshake to first me, then Dominic.

“I can see why,” Dominic answers, releasing his hand.

“I’ll show you to your room.”

Room. Singular, not plural. My stomach flips.

Of course. If we’re supposed to be in a serious relationship, he’d assume we share a bed. I repress a gulp, not knowing if I’m excited or nervous. Maybe it’s a bit of both. As we follow Roger through the house, he points out different features. There’s a library and a home theater filled with half a dozen leather recliners.

He pauses in front of a picture window that overlooks the water. “I’m sorry to say Monica couldn’t make it this weekend. But I think we’ll still have fun.” He winks and continues on, while I try to reset my expectations about what I thought would be a couples’ weekend.

Roger shows us down the hall to a stylish suite that looks half the size of Bianca’s entire apartment, then says, “Dinner will be ready soon. If you’d like to freshen up, please do, and then join us for some cocktails.”

“Us?” I ask.

“In Monica’s absence, I invited a few friends of mine. When you’re ready, I’ll introduce you.”

When Roger and Dominic exit the bedroom, I change into my black dress and matching heels, grateful that I brought something more formal. After I brush my hair and touch up my makeup, I emerge to find Dominic waiting in the hall. I’m grateful he didn’t follow Roger off into the house somewhere and abandon me.

His gaze skims the length of me, but he’s quiet.