Free Dominic (Saint Brothers #1) by Kristan Belle Page B

I was jolted out of my thoughts by a little squeal from Taylor. “I take it John’s here.”
    “He’s just walked in.” She beamed a smile and waved coyly to a man who had walked into the main room of the club.
    He was good looking in a traditional kind of way, all smart with not a single hair out of place. He looked like he had come straight from the office, but as he drew closer, you could smell the cleanliness of soap and aftershave.
    “Taylor, you look beautiful.” He smiled as he kissed her on the cheek.
    “Thank you.” She blushed slightly and turned to me with a twinkle in her eyes. “John, this is my best friend, Fallon.”
    He smiled down at me, sparkling white teeth that had clearly had been worked on. “Nice to meet you, Fallon.”
    “You, too.” He wasn’t my type, but Taylor obviously liked him a lot so I was willing to play nice.
    “Would you both like a drink?”
    I chuckled. “Don’t let me cramp your style.”
    “Are you sure?” Taylor asked, eager to spend time with her new man but not wanting to leave me on my own.
    “Of course. Have fun you two.” I winked at her and she happily walked over to another table across the room arm in arm with John.
    It made me happy to see her like that. She wanted a man in her life, someone to make her happy and feel loved. I guessed that was pretty much what we all wanted deep down.
    “Fancy seeing you here again.”
    I didn’t turn around straight away. Even though we had only exchanged a few words, I would know that voice anywhere.
    A shiver ran through me. I didn’t think my luck would hold out and that he would be there tonight. But there he was, sneaking up behind me and making my skin heat even before I set eyes on him again.
    “That’s your best pick up line?” I smirked, knowing he couldn’t see my face.
    “At least I didn’t ask if you came here often.” Laughter laced his words. “Can I get you a drink?”
    Taking a deep breath, I ran my finger around my still full glass. “I’m good, thanks.”
    He was silent for a moment, making me wonder what he was thinking. “Can I sit down or are you waiting for someone?”
    Closing my eyes briefly, I had to set my resolve. I knew once I looked at him, I would melt and that would not be a good look for me. There was something about this guy I really liked and I didn’t want to screw it up before anything had even started.
    Meeting his eyes, I willed myself not to blush or do anything girly and foolish. “I’m not waiting for anyone.”
    He didn’t sit like I thought he would. I saw his hand come in front of my face, a gesture for me to take his. Glancing up, my throat constricted. Damn, he was almost too good to be true. Those green eyes sucked me in and held me in place.
    He held out a hand to me, but I was frozen to the spot. It was crazy the way those eyes paralysed me.
    “Come with me.”
    Where did he want to go? To dance? I didn’t care and didn’t question him as I took his hand and followed him across the main room. With a nod to one of the girls’ working behind the bar, he led me through a locked door to the left of the ladies rest room.
    It was an office space, neatly arranged and opulent, well in keeping with the rest of the club. Turning to him, I frowned a little. “Do you work here?”
    He didn’t say a word as he stalked towards me, prey versus predator and I sure as hell wasn’t the predator. I knew my place. His walk showed exactly who was in charge of this situation and I felt my knees buckle a little, in a pleasant way.
    As he stood before me, he reached up to stroke his thumb along my jawline. I found myself leaning in to his touch, craving more, needing more.
    This wasn’t like me at all. I didn’t put myself in situations like this. In any normal circumstance, I would never have followed a man I didn’t know into a locked room like this, putting myself in possible danger. But, I didn’t feel anything like that with him. He made me feel safe and wanted. I