Vivian
I hesitated at the end of the walkway up to the small house Gina had given me the address to.
The home was in good shape, but the landscaping left something to be desired. Not that I was there to learn gardening tips. I was there for sex.
I took a deep breath and took my first step forward.
I didn’t think of myself as a prude. I didn’t really care what people did in their bedrooms as long as it was consensual, but I definitely wasn’t adventurous in that area, and I was feeling out of my depth.
Which meant, I had to fake it.
I squared my shoulders before knocking on the door. This Dom guy didn’t need to know that I was in unfamiliar territory.
The front door swung open, and a tall blond man stood on the other side. He had a buzzed head and tattoos on his arms. I supposed some women would think he was attractive with his blue eyes and chiseled jaw. But I wasn’t one of them. When I’d told Gina I liked clean-cut men, I should have suspected she would ignore me.
I should have never asked her to do me this favor.
But I was stuck, and even though I wanted to turn around and leave, that would be rude. Instead, I pulled up my professional facade I used at work and smiled politely. “Hello, I’m Vivian. Are you Dom?”
The guy eyed me up and down and leaned his head back, shouting, “Dom, some chick is here for you. Her name is …” He looked back at me and raised his brow.
“Vivian.”
“Vivian,” he finished as he opened the door for me to step inside, and I sighed with relief that this wasn’t the guy I was there to hook up with.
“I’ll be there in a sec,” a deep voice called from the back.
“I’m headed out. Talk to you later,” the blond guy yelled again.
“Later, Tony.”
The man stepped around me and left without ever introducing himself or saying good-bye to me.
Left alone, I scanned the room and tried not to cringe. I could tell the owner was a bachelor and didn’t have a lot of money. The furniture was old and mismatched, but that wasn’t what bothered me. It was very messy. There were clothes thrown on the back of the couch, a pile of shoes lay in a heap by the door, a couple of crumb-filled plates sat on the coffee table along with empty beer bottles.
It wasn’t exactly dirty, but it was unkempt, and again, I wondered what I was doing there.
The sound of footsteps turned my attention from the living room to the hallway, where a person who had to be Dom stepped out.
I held my breath as the dark-haired man grabbed the ends of the white towel wrapped around his neck and stared at me. A glint in his hazel eyes was followed by him licking his bottom lip, which was full and dark pink. The sexiness flowed off of him like it was a tangible thing I could touch, and I was entranced by him. I was also wet.
“You must be Vivian,” he muttered.
Hearing him speak was enough to break me out of my stupor, and I swiftly became aware of the rest of him.
Besides the towel, he only had on a pair of well-worn jeans and a silver chain around his neck with a gold medallion. He had a dark beard that framed his perfect mouth, a nose piercing, an earring, and tattoos that covered not just his arms, but also his chest and his neck.
He was the exact opposite of who I would date in real life—from his home to his appearance. Gina had really missed the mark.
I held up a finger. “One moment, please.” Reaching into my purse, I found my phone and pulled it out.
Me: Gina, is this some kind of joke? I’m sure your friend is perfectly nice, but he isn’t my type.
Rather than text me back, Gina called me.
“This is Vivian,” I answered.
A deep sigh sounded on the other side. “You are a really hard person to do a favor for.”
I winced, feeling guilty. “I apologize. It’s just that—”
“Look, do you want to get off, or do you want to find a new boyfriend?”
The question was similar to the one she’d asked me earlier today.
My eyes darted to Dom, and I turned my back to him, as if that would make my conversation more private, before I answered, “The former.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“But—”
“But nothing. Dom is going to give you the best orgasm of your life, and God knows that’s exactly what you need.”
“Excuse me?”
“And I know you think you’re better than him, but, honey, Dom doesn’t need you. He can get pussy whenever he wants. There is nothing special about yours, so if I were you, I wouldn’t waste this opportunity.”
My jaw dropped, and I was speechless.
“Should I tell him you’ve changed your mind, or are you staying?”
My phone was plucked from my hand from behind me, and I spun around, coming face-to-face with Dom’s chest. A fleeting thought of what he would taste like if I licked him flashed in my head.
“She’s staying,” he said into my phone. He hit End, slipped my bag from my arm, put my cell inside, and set it on the floor.
“How do you know I’m staying?” I asked.
He moved forward, causing me to step back until my butt hit the wall. I swallowed hard.
Dom caged me in with his arms on either side of my head and met my eyes. “Gina said that you need to get laid. That’s why you’re here, are you not?”
Heat rose to my cheeks. “Yes,” I admitted, but I didn’t want him to forget the most important part. “But I need a little more than to just get laid.”
He tilted his head to the side, not picking up on my subtle hint.
I cleared my throat. “I need to come.”
He grinned. “Oh, you’ll come all right.” He stepped back and bit his lip as he studied me. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me toward the hall. “Let’s go.”
