Page 99 of The Obsession
I grimace; I can’t help it. “I can see why.”
“Hey,” she says, poking my abs, and I bark out a laugh. “Is Peach asleep?”
“Yeah, she made me read her that book three fucking times.”
“Was it any good?”
I lift one shoulder. “I’ve read better.”
She lets out a small laugh. “I’m sure you have.”
“Thank you for all the ballet shit you got her, she loved it.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Of course not. That smile on her face is worth it. Did you use my card?”
“No, I left it here.”
A growl rumbles in the back of my throat. “How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing.”
“Emily!”
“Dominic,” she counters.
“I’ll fix you up.”
“It’s not necessary.”
“I’ll add in some extra to pay for the lesson as well.”
“What lesson?”
“The ballet lesson. You said you used to teach in another life, so it’s only fair I pay you.”
She shakes her head as if my offer offends her.
We both stand here for a moment just staring at each other. We seem to do that a lot, but it’s hard to take her seriously with that thing on her face.
“I’ve planned our day out tomorrow.”
I arch an eyebrow. “You have?”
“Yes.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises, Emily,” I growl.
Her smile widens as she rounds me and moves towards her bedroom. My eyes watch her go—or specifically her sweet arse—and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to follow her.
I yawn and scrub my hand down my face when Emily steps into the kitchen the next morning. She’s already dressed for the day in tight jeans, joggers, and a loose-fitting shirt that hangs off one shoulder.
Her golden locks are pulled back into a high ponytail,and despite her casual attire, she looks like a fucking wet dream.
