Page 29 of Breaking Free
“You work here, dude?” Tim asks him.
“Did the shirt not give it away?” he asks with a laugh.
“Aw man, we’re all here getting drunk, and you have to work,” Shea says.
Dom laughs, not yet seeing me. “It’s fine. I had way too much fun yesterday.”
“When are you off?” Jay asks.
Oh no. I know where this is going.
“One, maybe a little before. Why?” he asks, clearing a table nearby.
“We’re heading to Trev’s house when we’re done here. You should come.”
At the mention of my name, his head swivels until he finds me. His lips twitch briefly as he studies me, like he’s trying to hold back a grin.
“Yeah, that might be fun.” His eyes twinkle with mischief. “Give me the address and I’ll be there.”
When I finally tear my eyes away from him and the way the tight black shirt stretches across his chest and biceps, I find an amused Renzo staring at me.
“Don’t.”
He laughs, draping an arm around Ronan’s shoulders. “I didn’t say anything.”
Knowing Dominic is gonna be at my house tonight, I start sneaking sips out of Jay and Ronan’s drinks, hoping it’ll calm my racing heart. Instead, all it does is make me anxious to get home. I find I want him there, in my space. I begin imagining ways we can sneak off and have a moment alone, and that’s exactly what I shouldn’t be thinking about.
I’ll have a house full of my friends, and any one of them could catch us. Hell, they might notice how I can’t stop looking at him. Hopefully they’ll be too drunk and preoccupied to worry about me.
“Thinking of having a sleepover tonight?” Renzo asks me, leaning into my side.
“Shut up.”
He chuckles and surprisingly doesn’t say anything else.
“We ready to go?” Jay announces. “This place just had last call, so they’re gonna be closing soon.”
“Yeah, let me take a piss first.”
“Cool. I’m getting an Uber.”
“I’m sober, so I can drive some of y’all over,” Vi says.
I walk away from the table and across the bar, heading toward the bathrooms on the opposite end.
As I’m about to push the door, it opens up and I come face to face with Dominic.
When he realizes it’s me, he gestures for me to come in while wearing his signature cocky smirk. “Well, hello. We seem to have a thing for bathrooms.”
I roll my eyes and move past him. “I wouldn’t say that.”
“No?” he asks, following me inside. “Should we discuss how we first met?”
I ignore him, walking to a urinal and undoing my jeans.
“Or what about the times in the locker room? That’s basically an oversized bathroom.”
“We didn’t do anything in the locker room.”