Serving HIM Vol. 5: Alpha Billionaire Romance (10 page)

I had a million things inside me that I wanted to say to her in that moment, but I said none of them. Just guided her hips into slow, easy circles and stared into her eyes. She moaned low in her chest as the motion put the right kind of friction on her clit. I tugged her closer and took her mouth in a hungry, desperate kiss. She clung to me as I scraped my teeth along her bottom lip, as my tongue explored every inch that I was coming to know so well.

She moved harder and faster and I buried my face in her hair, not wanting her to see on my face what I couldn’t say.

She came with my name on her lips and as I followed, I silently spoke the secret I wasn’t yet ready to tell her.

I think I love you…

Chapter 7

Aleena

“Whoa…look at you!”

I looked down at myself and then up at Molly, confused. “What?”

Molly grinned and patted the seat next to her. “I’m just…you look so happy.”

“Oh.” Flushing, I slid onto the booth next to my friend and shrugged. “I guess. Well, yeah.” She leaned over and gave me a hug. I returned it, feeling a pang in my chest. I hadn’t seen her in almost a month and I only just realized how much I missed her. “How’ve you been?”

“Okay. School sucks. Work sucks. I want a better job, but I need to get through school for that to happen…and the wheel just goes round and round.” Molly shrugged, wrinkling her nose. Her dark eyes were dancing, telling me that things were actually fine. “How about you? How’s life with the billionaire?”

I smacked at her arm. “Life with Dominic is good.”

“Dominic.” Her grin widened. “So how
is
Dominic? I mean, really. Give me details. Is he hung? How big is he? How does—”

“Hello, ladies!” A bright-eyed, cheerful server appeared at their section of the counter. “Can I get you something to drink?”

Molly started to snicker. I jabbed her in the side and ordered a soft drink. Molly ordered tea and as soon as the server left, she broke into fits of laughter.

“Sometimes you act like a twelve-year-old boy,” I said, shaking my head. There was no malice in my words though. As embarrassed as I was by my friend’s direct questions, it was nice to have someone to talk to.

Molly just grinned at me. “Come on. Let’s figure out what we want to eat. We’ve got a couple of hours, right? I thought we could walk around and do some window shopping later.”

***

“Oh, hey, sorr—” Shit. I stared at the woman Molly and I had almost run over as we came out of the diner. “Penelope.”

I heard Molly make a noise next to me and hoped she wouldn’t do anything crazy.

Penelope stood with another woman, this one nearly a copy of Penelope herself, although I doubted she and Penelope were related. It was just that they seemed to have been cut from the same cloth. Hair expertly styled and colored. Eye makeup of a similar palette. Discreet pearl necklaces. Clothing choices were soft, pale pastels of course. The most tasteful colors only. Penelope wore pink while her friend wore a spring like shade of green. Even their shoes were similar. Beige pumps.

Penelope gave me a look of pure disdain and then took a step to the side as if to go around me. That’s when she caught sight of Molly in her torn-up blue jeans and oversize t-shirt. Penelope’s lips pursed and that made a decision for me.

I stuck out my hand to the other woman and gave her a polite smile. “Hi. I’m an…acquaintance of Penelope’s. We met through Dominic. I’m Aleena.”

The other woman glanced at Penelope as if for permission while I kept my hand out and the smile on my face.

“Dominic?” the woman finally said.

“Yes. He and I are dating.”

The woman blinked and then looked over at Penelope. I didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that the wheels were turning.

“Ignore her, Olivia,” Penelope said, her mouth twisting into an unattractive smile. “You know Dominic wouldn’t be caught dead dating somebody like that.”

I felt Molly tense beside me, but I just laughed. “Oh? I guess that’s why you keep getting seen at all the hot events with him.” I hooked an arm through Molly’s and said, “Come on, Moll. Let’s get back to shopping. I need an outfit for a party Dominic and I are attending.”

***

“Are we going to a party?”

Dominic was waiting for me when I got back, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Ummm….”
Crap. How did he hear about it? How did he hear about it already?
Striving for a bright smile, I said, “I don’t know. Are we?”

He came around the counter, a glass of scotch in his hand. “According to Penelope, we are. She called my mother and then my mother called me, pissed off and wanting to know why I’m attending a party with my
secretary
.” He looked down at his scotch, amused. “Then she wanted to know where the party was and why she hadn’t been invited.”

I pressed my lips together. I was glad he seemed more entertained than angry, but I wasn’t sure how he would take the whole truth.

He lifted his scotch to his lips and sipped, eying me expectantly.

I sighed. Spinning away, I moved over the couch and flopped down on it. “Molly and I ran into Penelope at the mall, almost literally, and she was being a bitch. I didn’t plan on saying it. It sort of popped out.”

He settled down beside me and put his arm around my shoulders. As he pulled me close, he turned his face towards me, pressing it into my hair. I loved when he did that. It somehow seemed more intimate than other things we’d done. I snuggled into him, breathing deep the spicy scent of his aftershave, mingled with the smell of him.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened?” he suggested, his fingers making soothing back and forth motions on my upper arm.

So I did. All in all, it took less than five minutes, starting from the time we left the old, fifties-style diner to when we bumped into Penelope. I finished with a shrug. “I didn’t plan to say anything to her,” I repeated. “But she has this way of bringing out the worst in me.”

“It’s a gift she has,” he told me, wryly.

“It’s not a pleasant one.”

Chuckling, Dominic agreed with me. Then, he said, “I think we should have a party. A dinner party.” He slid his fingers under the neckline of my shirt, his touch hot against my skin. “A dinner party here. I’ll invite some of my friends. You invite yours. I’ll even invite my mother and Penelope.”

I frowned. “Is this a punishment?”

He laughed again and then, before I could blink, he’d rolled us both and had me under him. I moaned in pleasure at the weight of his body on mine.

“No,” he said. “It’s just clever thinking. She’ll keep pushing until she knows we’ll push back. So we’ll give her a shove and she’ll wish she’d kept her mouth shut.” He bent his head and caught my lip, biting down lightly. “But if you’d like me to punish you…”

Yes,
please. I shivered. “If you think you should, sir.”

***

I got a crash course in party planning that week. It was Tuesday and he decided he wanted to have the party on Friday. Thanks to having worked with Fawna on the masquerade ball back in February and working with Amber on the
Devoted
event, I’d already figured out that while Dominic might know that he wanted to make things happen, he wasn’t particularly good at the specifics. Hence why he needed an assistant.

If I could help put
those
events together, I could handle a small get together for a group of twelve. Well, fourteen, including Dominic and me. Invitations were easy. He gave me a list of people and I included Molly since she was my only friend. I was grateful to see Fawna’s name on the list as well. I wouldn’t have felt comfortable inviting her as one of my friends, but I considered her one. Knowing she and Molly would be there helped me relax a bit. Even though Penelope and Dominic’s mom would be present, I had people who’d support me.

The meal? That wasn’t so easy, but I begged and pleaded with Francisco and he agreed to come in and prepare. Actually, I didn’t need to do much pleading. Francisco was actually delighted to help. He’d confessed more than once that he didn’t think Dominic truly appreciated his culinary skills.

Appetizers, wine, dishes…my head was packed with a million little things that no one ever thought about when preparing dinner for one.

By the time Friday rolled around and I was standing in front of the mirror staring at my reflection, I was kind of wishing that Molly and I had opted to see a movie for our girl day instead of a meal and window-shopping. We could have avoided the encounter with Penelope, which meant no dinner party...and I wouldn’t have been wearing this.

It was pretty, yes, but Dominic had wanted to go for casual since he was having this in his place with friends and family. No, the outfit wasn’t fancy, but it was sexy as hell and I felt more than a little self-conscious now. Wrapping my arms over the bared midriff, I looked back at my closet and debated. Maybe I should find something else. I was sure I had something I could throw together.

“You look beautiful.”

Dominic stood in the doorway, the heat in his eyes at odds with the casual way he was leaning against the doorframe.

Turning away from him, I went back to staring at my reflection. The straps were all lace. My breasts and the upper part of my belly were covered by silk, but the bottom hem of the top was covered with jagged bits of scalloped lace that ended a good inch and a half above the waistband of crocheted lace at the top of my skirt. It was sweet and sexy and feminine. I loved the outfit and if it had been just for me and Dominic, I wouldn’t worry.

But…

He moved up behind me and curled his arms around my waist. His nose brushed against the side of my neck as he pushed my hair aside. His lips pressed against my throat and he murmured, “You look incredible, Aleena.”

“I don’t fit.” I covered his hands with mine, noticing more than ever how much darker my skin was than his. I was light for my heritage and he had a tan, but there was still a difference.

Dominic studied my reflection. “What do you mean you don’t fit?”

“Just that. Penelope, your mother. Most of the women you know wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something like this. No matter what I wear, no matter what I do, I’m never going to fit in with them.” I felt foolish. And mad. What did I care what other women thought? What did I care if I fit in here? I’d never planned to do it, never thought I could. But still, my voice sounded terribly small as I said, “I don’t know why I care. I shouldn’t. I know that. But you…”

“You don’t fit in.” Dominic’s voice was soft. He moved one hand up and cupped my chin, raising my head and forcing me to stare at my reflection. His golden head dipped low and I shivered as he ran his lips down the skin obscured by the lacy straps of my top. “You stand out. You blow my mind, Aleena.”

My heart twisted at his words.

He turned me to face him, bringing his hands up to cup my face. “Why would you want to fit in with women who find it amusing to belittle everybody who isn’t them? Why would you want to fit in with people who are so caught up in who they are, they don’t care how many people they’ve walked on to get where they are? Or how many people they walk on to stay there?” His lips caressed mine, taking my breath away. “Don’t fit with them. Be you.”

***

Fawna found Molly and me in the kitchen. She took one look at the wine we were drinking and shook her head. “I think I hate you both right now.”

I lifted my glass and said, “Pour yourself some. There’s more.”

“I’m doing that.” She made a beeline for the open bottle of red and gave Molly a friendly smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Molly. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Molly tipped her glass in Fawna’s direction. “Same here. I think I heard your name probably two thousand times the first few weeks she was working for the beast out there.”

I glared at her. “He’s not a beast.”

“He’s a sexy beast,” Molly said, smiling at me as I shot her another dirty look. Then she took a healthy gulp of her wine. “But I couldn’t work for him. I think he’d drive me crazy.”

“Dominic would drive most women crazy.” Fawna gave her an understanding smile and the three of us settled against the counter to stare out into the living room. From where we stood, we had a bird’s-eye view of the dinner party as it died a slow, natural death.

Penelope was there, and she’d brought Joshua. She hadn’t stopped crawling over him all night and I was surprised he still had his shirt on, rumpled as it was. She hadn’t even bothered trying to be discreet with her long, aggressive kisses. If anything, she seemed to want the attention focused on them. And through it all, she gave Dominic sidelong looks, as if to say,
See, see! He wants me…aren’t you going to stop us?

Jacqueline had already left. The ice in the air around her had been enough that I’d almost left to get a sweater to throw on over my outfit. I hadn’t wanted to give her the satisfaction though. Especially not after the look she’d given me when she’d shown up, dressed in a semi-formal black sheath that went sedately down over her knees. She’d looked at Dominic in his jeans and sweater, then at me and made the comment, “I wish you’d informed me of the dress for the evening, Dominic.”

She hadn’t spoken to me all night, but she had come. I just wished I knew what that meant.