“It’s okay, Fabiola.” I look up to see Dominic looking down at me, his strong brown eyes fixed and unmoving like a predator’s.
“Wh-what’s okay?”
My God, can he read my mind?
He reaches out and brushes a stray piece of my hair from my face and smiles. “Liking them both. I’ll just buy them both. Mary will give me a good deal.”
“Oh,” I reply with a sigh of nervous relief and a funny feeling in my belly. “Y-you don’t have to…”
“I want to.” He grins. “Believe me.”
I may not have a lot of experience with men, but I can tell that the way Dominic is looking at me is the way that a guy looks at you when he’s about to make a move. That funny feeling in my belly grows, and my legs suddenly turn into two pillars of concrete that simply won’t listen to me.
I’m bound in place, frozen like a statu
