Gemma’s POV
This week had been extraordinary for the boutique’s operations. My sales figures were breaking records, and I was finally finding my footing in this dangerous corner of Thorne family territory. Lila had accepted Dominic’s offer to join his money laundering operation at Zenith Systems after proving herself during a high-stakes consultation with rival family contacts. I celebrated her success, but her departure left strangely isolated in the shop that sat squarely within Capo Dominic Frost’s protected zone.
Dominic had established a concerning pattern at the shopping complex. Every single day during my lunch break, he materialized without fail, sweeping away for coffee etings that left my pulse hamring against my ribs. He kept demanding my contact information with an intensity that bordered on obsessive, and I found myself relishing the control I wielded over this feared Thorne family enforcer. The situation’s absurdity wasn’t lost on that his own nephew Vincenzo possessed my number while the dangerous Capo remained completely excluded.
One day delivered an unexpected lunch invitation from Vincenzo, who was eager to introduce to his girlfriend. She proved to be genuinely sweet, though she possessed enough nervous energy to fill a room when eting soone connected to her boyfriend’s lethal family. After we finished our al and walked back toward the boutique, Vincenzo intercepted at the entrance with that signature smile that seed to be a Frost family trait.
"You look absolutely stunning today," he said with inherited charm that reminded exactly of his uncle’s predatory confidence. "Listen, I won’t be patrolling the mall next week because of finals. Mom will have my head if I don’t focus on academics instead of family business."
"Smart choice, sweetheart. But why the advance warning?" I asked, genuinely curious about his reasoning.
"Because I need to ask you for a massive favor."
"I’m listening."
"Please, for the sake of everyone’s sanity, give Uncle Dominic your phone number. He’s already threatening to resu those handwritten notes next week, and I cannot continue serving as his personal communication courier. The secondhand embarrassnt from a Capo acting like a lovesick teenager is unbearable." Vincenzo pressed his palms together in exaggerated supplication, making dissolve into laughter.
"Fine, you’ve worn down. I’ll et him for lunch tomorrow and finally end his suffering. But I’m going to torture him just a little longer first."
"You’re a lifesaver! Oh, and Grandma and Mom are desperate to et you. Any possibility you could join us for dinner soon?"
"Soon, honey. Send them both my regards."
I embraced Vincenzo and his chattery girlfriend goodbye. Right on schedule, Dominic erged for our daily coffee routine, his eyes brightening dangerously the mont they found .
The next day’s lunch arrangent involved eting Zoe and Ivy, though I suspected ulterior motives behind the casual invitation. Zoe had been orchestrating connections, allegedly helping Ivy’s forr associate arrange a reconciliation eting. She claid Dominic had only agreed to facilitate Ivy’s introduction to one of his contacts if I participated in the lunch as well. Zoe was developing quite sophisticated manipulation skills.
After we concluded our al, Dominic escorted back to the boutique, his hand occasionally making contact with mine in ways that sent dangerous electricity racing up my arm. He ntioned having territorial business during our usual coffee ti, genuine frustration darkening his features.
That mont inspired my decision to surprise him.
"I’m going to miss you," I confessed, the admission escaping before I could contain it.
"Only if you choose to," he replied, moving closer with predatory grace.
"But you’re the one who’ll be handling family obligations." I smiled up at him, enjoying the way his green eyes intensified.
"If I had your number, I could contact you later," he leaned down until his breath scorched my ear, "maybe a private call when you’re comfortable at ho."
"You’re absolutely ruthless," I breathed, my heartbeat accelerating at his suggestion. "You’re going to destroy completely. Give your phone."
I quickly programd my number into his contacts, and he rewarded with a smile that could have illuminated the entire complex.
"I’m calling you tonight, beautiful," Dominic murmured before pressing a kiss perilously close to my lips, leaving my knees unsteady.
That evening, I took exceptional care with my shower and settled into bed to await his call. When my phone finally rang, my heart crashed against my ribs like a caged animal. I forced myself to take several steadying breaths before answering.
"I can hear you trying to calm yourself," Dominic’s amused voice ca through the speaker, making laugh until tears threatened.
"Dominic, you’re impossibly arrogant," I said, wiping my eyes.
"Obsession makes everyone desperate, gorgeous."
"Is that what this is? How did your territorial eting go anyway?"
"Painfully tedious. I kept fantasizing about being with you instead, especially after you admitted I’m going to destroy you completely. Because I absolutely will."
"You’re already making progress," I admitted.
"Not even remotely close to what I have planned. When I really ruin you, you’re going to worship every second."
"Your confidence is staggering."
"It’s not confidence, Gemma. I just understand exactly what I’m capable of."
"I can sense that." Dominic’s lethal arrogance was surprisingly magnetic. "Are you being honest though? How frequently do you actually think about during the day?"
"Constantly, woman." His exaggerated sigh made giggle. "Are you in bed right now?"
"Yes."
"What are you wearing?"
"Absolutely nothing." Dominic’s sharp intake of breath made grin wickedly. "Just teasing. I’m in pajamas."
"I want to see them."
"Control yourself, Dominic."
"I don’t want control. Co on, show ."
"You first."
"Deal." Dominic positioned his phone against sothing stable and knelt on his bed.
He wore nothing except white boxer briefs that left absolutely nothing concealed. My mouth went completely dry as I absorbed his perfectly sculpted torso, every muscle defined and demanding to be touched.
"Enjoying the view, Gemma?" His cocky grin confird he knew exactly what effect he was creating.
"I could use those abs for target practice," I blurted without thinking, imdiately covering my mouth in horror. Dominic’s smile turned absolutely predatory.
"I could remove everything if you want a more complete view."
I cleared my throat, attempting to regain so composure.
"You’re such a shaless exhibitionist," I managed, though my voice sounded breathless.
Dominic stretched out on his bed, one arm behind his head like he was posing for so dangerous magazine cover. From my angle, I had an unobstructed view of his chest down to those sinfully tight boxers that were doing nothing to hide his obvious arousal.
"Your turn, Gemma," he commanded with authority that made my stomach clench.
"I’m not modeling my sleepwear for you."
"Yes, you are, because you want this as desperately as I want to see."
"According to who?"
"If you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t have chosen that particular outfit knowing we were video calling."
"Your ego is massive," I said, trying to sound irritated despite the heat building in my core.
"It’s not ego, Gemma. I know you’re not immune to any more than I am to you. Let see what you’re wearing."
"Fine." I positioned my phone against the bedside lamp and mirrored his earlier pose.
Dominic’s breathing beca audibly heavier, his confident smirk vanishing as he took in my appearance. I had chosen a pale pink babydoll set from the boutique, all delicate lace that left little to the imagination. The shorts barely covered anything, and the camisole top strained against my curves.
"Christ, Gemma. You’re going to kill ," Dominic sat up abruptly, and I could see exactly how affected he was. "Turn around. I need to see all of you."
"Not until you return the favor," I challenged.
Dominic disappeared from view briefly, repositioning his cara toward a leather chair. When he reappeared, he was facing away from , completely naked. The sight of him made my hands clench against my sheets. He turned slowly, eting my eyes through the screen before settling into the chair.
"Now you’ve seen everything," he said calmly, his hand moving to stroke himself with confident ease. "Your turn, Gemma. I want to see it all."
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