The Two Week Arrangement (Penthouse Affair, #1) novel Chapter 23

Dominic moves so smoothly among these men, it’s easy to forget he’s only a few years older than me. I’ve been second-guessing myself all night, constantly feeling moments away from tripping over my own tongue.

“You’re so much more natural with them,” I say instead. After all, he was born to this high-powered lifestyle.

Dominic chuckles. “You haven’t seen how Roger behaves when it’s only me. Trust me, he’s enthralled with you. That’s the only reason why he’s started giving me a fair chance.” He rests his arm around my waist, and its heat burns right through the thin dress fabric to my skin. “And we’re more alike than you think, Presley. You have no reason to feel out of place.”

“Are you saying I’m a—how’d you put it—a ‘super nerd?’ Is that what’s happening here?” I arch my brows at him playfully.

“No, uh, of course not.” He’s rambling, and I’ve never heard Dominic ramble. In fact, I’ve never heard him be anything less than one-hundred-percent confident and calculated.

My lips lift in a smile. I like this cautious, flirty side to him. I like it enough to dare teasing him more.

“Speaking of nerds, that reminds me. In the limo, I told you several things about myself, but you only told me one. I don’t think that’s fair.”

“And you want to collect what I owe?” he asks, a husky note to his voice that makes my insides tighten. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I’ll start by asking nicely. If that doesn’t work . . . we’ll see.” I lean closer to him. “So, what’s your story? Are you more than just a hot CEO?”

His mouth twitches in a smile. I just called him hot, and while he doesn’t comment on it, he’s clearly tucking that tidbit away. But I have no regrets. The man is hot as fuck. His confidence alone is off the charts, and the looks to go with that level of charisma take everything to another level.

“Honestly, I love it. And I hate it at the same time.”

“What do you love about it?”

“Being the person everyone looks to when shit is going wrong. I pride myself on staying calm under pressure.”

He’s right. Dominic is like a lighthouse in a stormy sea. Everyone looks to him for direction. He’s so steady and certain. It lends him a reassuring presence.

“And what do you hate about it?” I imagine he’s going to say the hours or the high expectations or the public scrutiny involved in pleasing stockholders. But he surprises me yet again.

“It was supposed to be Teddy’s job.” His eyes are stormy and dark, and I can’t read his expression at all.

“Teddy?”

“My brother, my father’s protégé. He was waiting his whole life for this.”