MIA

He stood up, wiping his hands on his thighs. He was standing so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body. He looked down at my petite frame, his dark eyes scanning my face, settling on my lips for a second too long.

"You've been watching me from that window for a long time, Mia," he said, his voice dropping dangerously low. It wasn't a question; it was a statement. A direct statement of pure fact.

My face went scarlet, my breath scrapped my throat harshly.

I opened my mouth to deny it, but the words died in my throat. Dominick didn't wait for an answer. He...