Seductively: Playing for Hearts Book 2 (Crimson Romance) (12 page)

Yet, she couldn’t deny her attraction. The way she looked forward to spending time with him, even when she was trying so hard to make him leave her alone. She opened the door of the Porsche and stepped outside. Okay, a big part of her liked how he never gave up. It was like having a big sexy stalker.

What woman minded having that kind of problem?

A car pulled in beside her. She leaned against the Porsche. Irritation surfaced.

Four women piled out of the vehicle, giggling and messing with their hair. She rolled her eyes. No doubt, they were here for Dominic. The extreme positivity that they’d succeed in landing the hockey star threatened to choke her with jealousy.

Oh, damn.
She turned around and leaned her head against the car. She was jealous.

That emotion should never come out unless she envied what someone else had. Yet, the boiling hatred for them was alive and well inside of her. Those women had no tie to Dominic, except for their undying love they hoped he’d return to them. She knew without a doubt Dominic didn’t love the attention. He’d told her many times. She’d seen it with her own eyes.

She straightened, cast a glance over her shoulder, and then headed toward the arena. Those bitches were not going to get her man.

The faster she walked, the more determined she became to make sure they stayed far away from Dominic. She had a week and a half left with him, and she wasn’t going to blow an opportunity to experience being with him on her ability not to loosen up. Someday, when she was old, gray, and rocking on the porch of her Bed and Breakfast, she’d regret not having sex with him.

The front door of the arena swung open. Hearing the women behind her gaining ground, she jogged up the steps. Dominic spotted her right away. In the time it took her to scale the top step, she’d come to a firm decision. She was going to sleep with Dominic.

He only had eyes for her. The other women were not even spared a glance from his icy gaze. She wanted more than anything to keep his attention. She jogged across the landing.

He dropped his bag, and she sailed into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m a mess. I didn’t mean to make this more complicated.”

“You’re the sanest woman I know.” He leaned in and placed his forehead against hers. “God, I thought I lost you and you were going to leave without giving us a chance.”

Their breath mingled. A smile spread across his face, and she laughed. She’d seen that look before. A rush of complete rightness unlike anything she’d ever experienced left her shaking.

“Pucker, sweetheart, because I need to k — ”

She captured his lips. Hard, insistent, and passionate. When she’d nibbled, sucked, and stroked her tongue against his, she leaned back, fully satisfied with herself.

He cupped her face between his hands. His thumbs swept her cheeks. Then he leaned in, slid his nose along hers, and lifted her face up as he brought his face down and kissed each cheek.

“I’ll need more than that.” He brushed her lips. “You can’t kiss me and leave it unfinished.”

“Unfinished?” she murmured.

He nipped her bottom lip. “Uh huh.”

Not stopping, he kissed the tip of her nose. She closed her eyes, and she felt his warm lips on her eyelid, and then the other lid. She clutched on to the front of his shirt, not trusting her legs to keep her standing.

“I want … ” He placed his mouth on hers, softening the kiss. “More.”

“But what happens — ”

“We’ll go slowly.” He hugged her to him. “Let’s go out on a date. A real date. Tonight. Okay?”

She held onto his hand and went with him down the steps. The women approached and Dominic totally ignored them. She squeezed his fingers. How could she deny that he never paid the other women any attention? Even last night, when the women hung on him, he’d stood stiff and uncomfortable.

Once they settled in the Porsche and took off from the arena, Diana asked him to let her out in front of a small boutique. She ran inside while he sat in the car. He’d already seen her in her little black dress, and she wanted something special. Not one to splurge, being away from home forced her to use the emergency money she kept in her purse. Tonight called for something so freaking fantastic, Dominic would remember her for a long, long time.

Before she talked herself out of the outfit she’d spotted earlier, she tried it on, smiled into the mirror in satisfaction, and quickly told the sales woman she’d take the dress.

A half hour later, back at home, she shut herself in her bedroom and got ready for the evening. Nervous and excited, she went all out in the primping department.

She took a bath, painted her nails and toes, toweled her curls and let them dry naturally. She went darker on her makeup, spritzed her body, and then slipped into her new outfit. At the bedroom door, ready to go out and join Dominic, her phone rang, stopping her on the spot.

Being away from Cottage Grove, she knew she had to answer. She read the screen.
Kate.

“Kate, what are you doing?” She walked over to the edge of the bed and sat.

“Better question. What the hell are you doing with Dominic Chekovsky? Shauna’s here and she just told me you’re staying with him for two weeks, and you didn’t call me.”

“It happened fast. We had to get out of town before Dominic caused a scene like last time he came to Cottage Grove. Plus he’s playing in season,” she said. “He’s got practice all the time, and then there’s the games. He’s a busy guy.”

“Look at you, talking hock-lish.” Kate laughed. “Listen. Are you going to make it back next Friday?”

She hadn’t even thought about when she was going to return. That was only five days away. That’s all the time she had left with Dominic? The thought depressed her. “Yeah. I don’t know when Dominic is going to fly me home, but I’ll be there sometime that day. Why?”

“Bruce, Crista, and Juan are coming into town. Shauna and Grayson want us all to get together at the Quay. Also, Crista is staying at the hotel and wanted me to tell you she expects you to come. She said you can bring the big guy with you too.” Kate dropped the phone. “Sorry.”

Grayson’s friends came to help in the fundraiser, and had become friends with all of them. Bruce was a world-class professional bass fisherman. Crista had won first place in the Ironman marathon, and was training to participate in the next one set in Hawaii. Juan, the sexy flirt, was a professional skier in the Winter Olympics.

“If I make it back in time, but I’ll be alone. Dominic won’t be coming back with me, since he’s got a game,” she said.

Kate groaned. “Oh, before I forget. Your dad wants you to call. He approached Shauna and ended up lecturing her about you going on vacation and blowing your hard earned money.”

She dropped her chin to her chest. “Okay. I’ll give Dad a call tomorrow and talk with him. Tell Crista I’ll be home and I can’t wait to see her again.”

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah. The job with Dominic is harder than I thought … ”

“What’s going on?” Kate asked.

“Oh nothing. Just putting myself out there to be hurt in the end.” She snorted. “Shauna can fill you in. Tell her I gave my permission. But to sum it all up, I want Dominic.”

“But you hate him.”

“I used to, but — ” A knock came from the door. “Shit. I have to go.” She stood and inhaled a deep breath. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“I hate when people don’t tell me what’s going on,” Kate said.

She smiled, because she knew her friend was a social butterfly and demanded to know all the gossip first hand. Being engaged to the son of the town’s richest family took Kate to high places and she lived for the excitement. “I need to go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Wait!” Kate paused. “Are you sleeping with him yet?”

“No.”

“Remember to make him wear a condom. Be smart.” Kate laughed. “Have fun. I bet he has a huge — ”

“Goodbye, Kate.” She pushed the disconnect button on the phone.

She shook her head in amazement. Count on her friends to boost her when she needed someone to tell her she was doing the right thing and not making the biggest mistake of her life.

“Diana?” Dominic knocked again.

“Yeah, coming.” She wrinkled her nose. Bad choice of words, considering she was talking about sex with Kate seconds ago.

She opened the door. Every butterfly that’d stayed dormant her whole life picked that moment to flutter. Her nipples peaked and she swallowed her nerves.

The smile washed from Dominic’s lips and he whistled. Dressed in a white silk dress shirt, black tie, and black slacks, he stood with his arms loose, his hands in his pockets. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she said, happy she’d splurged on the red curvy dress. “You look incredible.”

He leaned over, and paused. “May I?”

“You better. I’m nervous.” She tilted her face.

Gentle and slow, he pressed a warm kiss upon her lips. He studied her before taking her hand and leading her through the house. Tonight’s date held mystery and anticipation. They were no longer pretending.

“I hope you’re ready. I planned a big night for us.” Dominic held the garage door open, and she stepped ahead of him.

“What about your game tomorrow? Shouldn’t you have an early night?” She stood beside the Porsche.

He shrugged, opening her door. “It’ll be fine. Once I load up in the morning on carbs, I’ll be ready to play.”

Once they both buckled their seatbelts, Dominic pushed the garage opener and started the car. She could get used to thinking she was first in Dominic’s life.

Halfway down the driveway, red and blue lights lit up the interior of the car. Diana turned to Dominic, but before she could question where they came from, her body pitched forward against the shoulder restraint as he slammed on the brakes.

Dominic peered in the rearview mirror, then whirled around and gazed out the back window. “What the hell?”

She followed his line of vision and gasped.

Three police cars blocked the end of the driveway. A crowd formed beyond the cruisers, and Dominic’s security team jogged toward the Porsche.

“What happened?” She reached for his hand.

He frowned. “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”

Dominic wanted to punch someone.

“Go back inside, and we’ll work on crowd control.” Officer Patrickson nodded in the direction of the condominium. “We’ll clear the area.”

He clamped his teeth together. The reason he’d bought the condominium was for the gated security. “I want to know how they broke through the security measures. That’s twice in one week this has happened.”

“From what we’re gathering, these are all women from your community.” Officer Patrickson removed his bully club. “The sooner you go inside and out of sight, we’ll take care of the matter and send them home.”

He turned around, disgusted at having his private space invaded. All the inexcusable behaviors of these women shaded his attitude toward others. Plus, it just plain pissed him off.

“Dominic?” Officer Patrickson slapped his hand over his shoulder. “Good luck tomorrow in the game. Me and a couple of the guys have tickets and will be cheering you on. I have a hundred bucks riding on you scoring three of the points.”

“Thanks,” he replied, shrugging him off and heading toward Diana.

Diana stood in the driveway, staring out at the other women. Quiet and alone, he suspected she was finally finished with him. He couldn’t expect her to understand and accept his lifestyle. It wasn’t fair of him to expect her to deal with the attention and always having their time interrupted by the bullshit that came with him everywhere.

He approached her. “The officers want us to go inside. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” Her voice soft and understanding made the situation worse, and the guilt he was feeling burned like acid in his stomach.

He led her back toward the garage. In front of the Porsche she stopped.

He leaned over and gazed into her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Someone’s in your car,” she whispered.

“Stay here.” He left her standing there, jogged over to the car, and peered through the driver’s window. A definite shadow took shape behind the darkened window. “Dammit.”

He opened the door. Mr. Ratt from Nomora sat in the driver’s seat, swabbing the steering wheel. “Get out.”

When Mr. Ratt hesitated, Dominic grabbed him by the front of the shirt and hauled him out of the vehicle. He pulled him over and slammed him against the hood. “Leave me alone.”

“B-but Mr. Chekov — ”

Dominic punched him in the gut and let go of him. Mr. Ratt slumped to the ground, groaning and sucking in air. Someone grabbed his arm, and pulled him back.

“What’s going on?” Officer Patrickson stepped between them, his hand on Dominic’s chest.

“He’s trespassing.” He fisted his hands at his sides. “I want him arrested.”

Officer Patrickson forced Mr. Ratt to his feet, turned him around, and handcuffed his arms behind his back. Dominic fumed as he paced beside the car. This had to stop.

“Wait.” He approached Mr. Ratt. “I’ll let you take whatever you were touching in my car.” He loosened his tie, ripped the buttons off his shirt, removed it, and wiped the material against his armpits. Then he handed Mr. Ratt the clothes. “Take it all.”

“Dominic … no.” Diana slipped her warm arm around his bare waist. “Let the police arrest him. He can’t invade your privacy this way. It’s wrong.”

“With the police officer as a witness, do you swear you’ll leave me alone now?” Dominic glared at Mr. Ratt who nodded. “If you don’t, the next time you step on my property or trespass or try to steal my belongings, I’ll have you arrested. I’ll be filling out a restraining order tomorrow. I’m done dealing with Nomora and you.”

“Yes, s-sir.” Mr. Ratt held the clothes away from his body. “You gave us everything we need.”

“Are you asking me to let him go? Because we have enough to charge him for trespassing and intent to steal,” Officer Patrickson said.

“Get him out of my sight and make sure he doesn’t come back. I’ll be in soon to file the restraining order.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Get them all the hell out of here.”