Page 19 of Deceitful Oath

The bartender manages to drag himself away from the football game and the stranger orders a glass of bourbon. I stare shamelessly, wondering if he’s another hallucination like the food in my fridge.

Then I remind myself that the food is actually physically present and so is this man. And he’s looking at me expectantly.

“Sorry, what?”

He chuckles, extending his hand toward me. “I said I’m Dominic. Dominic Wolfe.”

“Oh,” I grab his hand lightly. A jolt of electricity runs through my veins and my eyes widen. “I’m Lux Davis.”

That came out a lot breathier than I meant it to. Either I’m really drunk or Dominic and I have an insane chemistry. I glance down at my single empty glass and decide it’s the latter.

I flash him a smile and hear him suck in his breath quietly.

“So, what brings you to The Wild Goose, Dominic?” I ask him playfully, leaning closer. His pupils widen and his lips part. I grin even harder.

The second he smiled at me, I decided that I’m taking him home tonight.

And it looks like it’s going to be easier than I thought.

Chapter Seven

Rafael

I grit my teeth as her hand grazes my thigh again. She’s telling me some insane story about working in a llama sanctuary, but all I can focus on is that touch.

The first time she touched me, electricity shot through my entire body like I’d been shocked. I’ve been trying to work out what that means for the last hour while masquerading as Dominic Wolf, screenplay extraordinaire.

She bites her lip, lifting her eyelashes, and gazes up at me. I drown in a tidal wave of ocean blue, internally gasping for air. Those fucking eyes are going to destroy me.

“And guess what happened?” she asks, excitement coloring her face. She’s getting to the punch line, so I play along.

“Based on everything you’ve told me so far, I can’t even begin to guess.”

“No, you can’t…” She pauses for dramatic effect. “Because the llama ran off with everyone’s underwear! We went commando for days before we found it all.”

I chuckle, flashing her the dimple I know makes her weak in the knees. Playfully, I swat her shoulder and even that small amount of contact sends shivers through me. Her warm smile radiates like a sunburn over me.

I realize I need my plan to work. Because honestly, if I can’t have her physically, I might need to make this a murder-suicide instead.

I remind myself of the game plan, reigning in my focus.Step one: seduction. Step two: relationship. Step three: destroy. Got it.

So, I turn up the charm, leaning in closer. My lips hover near her throat, and she gasps softly.

“You have the most beautiful smile,” I whisper in her ear. It takes all my strength to pull away from her when all I want to do is to bite down on her neck.

She places her hand against my chest lightly, and I almost have a heart attack. “So do you.”

The tension between us sizzles, snapping, sending sparks flying. I feel her breath against my neck and almost moan. I’ve never wanted anyone this bad.

Suddenly, she breaks the delicious electricity and pulls back. A playful look crosses her face and she reaches out to tickle my dimple.

“And you have the cutest dimple. Is it normal? To have just one? What happened to your other one?”

I genuinely laugh, settling back in my seat, trying to get my racing heart under control. I never expected a genuine laugh, but I also didn’t expect this to be quite so fun.

“Lost it in the war.”

“Ah yes, the Great Dimple War of 2009,” she says, a solemn look on her face. “That was a tough one.”