I should have trusted my gut. For this, I should have followed my instincts, gone after her earlier today, talked to her more.
Instead, I’d followed my instincts with Dominic. I could be such a fool sometimes.
Just that I’d never had a harder time controlling myself. I hated that my body responded to him the way it did. I hated that he wiped my mind clean with a single smile. I hated that I was so aware of every little thing about him, too, but it was okay. I’d had a moment of weakness where I’d allowed myself to entertain the idea that this might actually be something more than just pretend.
It wasn’t going to happen again.
“Tomorrow,” Dominic said.
“Tomorrow.” She would be at the car show again. She would keep watching us. She would probably try to talk to me again, and if she didn’t, I had the perfect excuse to talk to her.
Finally, at least part of our job was done.
I danced around him for a little while longer, doing my best to pretend that I couldn’t feel what his hands did to my body, until I made absolutely sure that nobody else was watching us.
“I’m going to sit down,” I said and walked around him to go take a seat on the couch.
Enough with the drama—and it would have worked better if I could have said those words to myself out loud, but I settled for the thought. No more noticing Dominic Dane. No more thinking about how he smelled, how he felt, how he sounded.
Just…no more.
“We should get going. We stayed long enough,” I said, avoiding his eyes still, for my own good. “They’re onto us. They know. They believe the rumors now. It’s only a matter of time before they make their move.”
For once, he agreed with me. “Let’s get going.” He stood up, offered me his hand, and the bodyguards guided us toward the stairway.
Elise and her friends screamed at us as we went by again, making me die from embarrassment. I hugged and kissed at least five of them before they let me go, and we promised each other we’d see each other again, as if we were already the bestest of friends.
It didn’t occur to me that everything Sarah and the other girl had said to me was probably heard through the microphone glued to my dress until we were back in the limo to get to the hotel. It didn’t occur to me at all that those agents had heard all of my life’s story and what I’d said to Dominic, too. Boyfriends dance with their girlfriends. Boyfriends kiss their girlfriends.
My eyes stayed closed the entire way because it was easier than to look at him, to know if he was looking at me. This guy was going to be the death of me—and I didn’t mean physically.
Damn you, Dominic Dane.