Chapter 52 Fifty Two
Izzy woke up earlier than usual.
She showered, did her hair, and stood in front of her open wardrobe, stressing.
“A dress… but which one?” she muttered.
She finally picked a simple fitted black dress that hugged her body but didn’t scream “sex.”
Then she remembered what Dominic said.
She took off her underwear. No bra, no panties.
Her whole body felt hot, nervous, exposed, even though she was still alone.
Her phone buzzed.
Dominic:
Be ready in 20 minutes. I’m coming to pick you up.
Izzy’s stomach flipped. She grabbed her bag and paced around her apartment until she heard a soft honk outside.
She stepped out and saw his black car parked.
Dominic was leaning against the car door, wearing a dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking unfairly good.
When he saw her, his eyes moved slowly down her body. He didn’t hide the hunger in his look.
“Good morning, pumpkin,” he said softly.
“Morning,” she whispered.
He opened the passenger door for her, and she got in.
Before he closed the door, he leaned in, his voice low.
“You listened?” he murmured.
Izzy nodded, blushing hard.
Dominic smiled … slow, dark, satisfied.
“Good girl.”
He shut the door and walked around the car.
She felt her heartbeat in her throat.
They drove out of town. Izzy tried to act normal, but her mind was running wild.
Dominic rested one hand on the steering wheel and placed the other lightly on her thigh.
Not too high… not too low.
Just enough to remind her she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Where… where are we going?” she asked quietly.
“You’ll see,” he said.
Every time his thumb brushed her skin, she jumped a little.
Dominic smirked each time.
“Relax,” he teased. “You’re safe.”
“I’m trying,” she muttered.
“You shouldn’t be scared ,” he said, amused.
She looked out the window to distract herself, but all she could think about was his hand on her thigh.
They drove for almost an hour until they reached a quiet area outside the city.
A modern villa was sitting behind tall trees, private and quiet.
Izzy frowned. “Where are we?”
Dominic parked the car and turned to her.
“A weekend with no interruptions,” he said simply. “No staff. No meetings. No noise.”
Her heart warmed at that.
He didn’t need to get her flowers or gifts.
Just giving her his time felt like something huge.
He opened her door and helped her out.
The moment she stood up, the breeze brushed between her legs and she shivered.
Dominic noticed. “Cold?” he asked.
She shook her head. “N-no.”
“Good,” he said, his voice dropping.
“Because I plan to have you warm all weekend.”
Izzy felt her knees go weak.
The villa was beautiful … wide windows, soft lighting, quiet rooms, and a big living area with a view of a small garden.
Dominic walked in first, dropped his car keys on the table, then turned to her.
“You want breakfast first?” he asked.
“Or do you want to start with…” he let his eyes trail down her body, “one of your three choices?”
Izzy’s breath hitched.
“Breakfast,” she whispered, because her brain was barely working.
Dominic smiled a little.
“Alright. Breakfast first.”
He walked into the kitchen area while she stood there, hugging her arms around herself.
But Dominic wasn’t done.
As he passed her, he brushed his fingers under the hem of her dress, lifting it just slightly. And tapped her ass.
She gasped.
He whispered against her ear, “By the way.. if you’re down for it we could do all the three things your friend suggested if that’s what you also want.. or do you want something else?”
She swallowed hard.
“I… I don’t know yet.”
“You will,” he said.
“And when you do… I’ll give it to you.”
Izzy’s whole body lit up. her thumped.
The villa’s kitchen was bright and clean, with sunlight coming in through the big windows.
Dominic opened the fridge and took out eggs, bacon, and some fresh fruit.
“You can sit,” he said without looking back, already focused on the stove.
Izzy sat on one of the stools by the counter and just… watched him.
It felt strange.
Dominic, the same man who terrified half the staff and walked around like he owned every room… was now cracking eggs into a bowl and whisking them like it was nothing.
He’d cooked for her before, so she wasn’t surprised to smell something delicious the moment she walked into his kitchen.
Dominic stood at the counter, shirtless… irresistible hansome. And of course he was flipping pancakes with careless ease. A plate of scrambled eggs and bacon was already waiting on the island, steam curling upward.
What did catch her attention was the tall glass of smoothie he set beside her plate. It was a deep reddish color… almost suspiciously vibrant.
She picked it up slowly. “Okay… what is this supposed to be?”
Dominic didn’t look at her right away. He poured his own glass, took a slow sip, and then met her eyes… those dark, wicked eyes that always made her forget how to breathe.
“To boost your sexual stamina, I want you to take me for an hour with out getting weak and your lets trembling..” he said simply. “And your urge. I need that pussy dripping more than ever.”
Her fingers tightened around the glass.
Heat shot straight through her body at the way he was looking at her… like he already knew exactly what that sentence did to her. Her nipples hardened instantly under her shirt, traitorous and visible.
Dominic’s gaze dropped there for half a second before flicking back up to her face with a slow, knowing smirk.
“Dominic…” she whispered, embarrassed by how easily he affected her.
“Mm.” He leaned a hip against the counter, folding his arms, voice low and rough with amusement. “Let’s have breakfast first.”
As if she wasn’t already sitting there wet, shaking slightly, and one sip away from losing all self-control.