scary, with the way his jaw was clenched and his fists were too.
He stalked over to the bed and loomed over me. I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that he was not alone. Nick appeared behind him and winced when his eyes fell on my face. Ben could be seen through the now open door, and he was talking to someone else. Maybe Greeny? But none of it mattered, because Dominic god-like, sexiest smile and name, Anscombe was in my face and that was all I could see. And it was a little frightening.
I still grasped the lamp in a death grip, I still hadn't moved from my position - a position I noticed made me as non-threatening as I could possibly be - and I still hadn't let that last breath out.
"Breathe, sweetheart," he rumbled, as he sat slowly down on the side of the bed. He didn't reach for me, he just waited for me to breathe. I let the breath of air out in a rush. Somehow obeying his command seemed natural. Somehow releasing a little of the rage and anger and fear I had felt with what had happened with Brett, was easy with Dominic nearby. As though I was giving some of that burden up to him.
As soon as I did that he slipped his hand into mine, his other hand gently prying the broken lamp from my fingers, his eyes never leaving my face. The moment he touched me, his face softened - no longer killer lawyer let loose, but more along the lines of god-like knight in shining armour.
"What did you do to Greeny?" I asked from out of nowhere, even I had no idea that would spill from my mouth.
"Not nearly as much as I would have liked," he replied evenly.
"What would you have liked to do?" I asked, cocking my head to the side trying to decipher his mood.
He didn't answer my question, instead he asked, "Did he do this to your nose?"
"Who? Greeny?" He nodded. I shook my head in answer.
"Did Elliott?" There was a decided growl on those words and Nick stepped further into the room at Dominic's back. My eyes flicked to Nick's face, he was watching his brother intently. I looked back at Dominic, some of that killer lawyer was back in the room. It was impressive. I suddenly realised why he thought he could be my bodyguard, he had bad-ass written all over him.
"You look kind of frightening right now," I admitted. "But impressive," I had to add - of course I did. He furrowed his brows at me, it just improved the whole kick-butt persona he was channelling. It was hot. "Didn't think you had it in you." I kept on going, because, well, I was me and this was a hot guy and my mouth had a tendency to do that sort of thing. "What with the manicures and silk shirts and highly polished shoes." His lips twitched at the edges, I couldn't pull my eyes away. "Do you do ride-alongs or something with your brother?" Oh, crap, where did that come from?
"Something like that," he said on one of those coughs-which-could-have-been-a-laugh. "Who hurt you, sweetheart?" he asked gently, his hand coming up and trailing a feather-light touch down the side of my face. All killer lawyer gone. Tender, heavenly, god-like Anscombe in its place.
"Lofty," I said just as gently, transfixed by his touch, his presence, his voice. "He didn't mean to," I added. "He kind of lost his balance when I took the chain off the door and fell through, a bit keystone cops really." I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I don't think they're very competent for kidnappers. Brett wasn't impressed."
Killer lawyer was threatening to come out, but he was fighting it. Valiantly.
"We'll talk about you unchaining your door later." I got the impression that was a promise, not a suggestion. "Does it hurt?"
Yeah, it hurt like a bitch. Constantly. But I wasn't going to admit that. I did have some pride left.
"Nah, it's OK." An eyebrow rose in question.
"Were you knocked out?" I bit my lip, beginning to see that bad news opened the flood gates to killer lawyer. Being knocked out could be construed as bad.
"Um..."
"Genevieve." Oh, and now he'd done it, used that voice, saying my name . I leaned
He stalked over to the bed and loomed over me. I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that he was not alone. Nick appeared behind him and winced when his eyes fell on my face. Ben could be seen through the now open door, and he was talking to someone else. Maybe Greeny? But none of it mattered, because Dominic god-like, sexiest smile and name, Anscombe was in my face and that was all I could see. And it was a little frightening.
I still grasped the lamp in a death grip, I still hadn't moved from my position - a position I noticed made me as non-threatening as I could possibly be - and I still hadn't let that last breath out.
"Breathe, sweetheart," he rumbled, as he sat slowly down on the side of the bed. He didn't reach for me, he just waited for me to breathe. I let the breath of air out in a rush. Somehow obeying his command seemed natural. Somehow releasing a little of the rage and anger and fear I had felt with what had happened with Brett, was easy with Dominic nearby. As though I was giving some of that burden up to him.
As soon as I did that he slipped his hand into mine, his other hand gently prying the broken lamp from my fingers, his eyes never leaving my face. The moment he touched me, his face softened - no longer killer lawyer let loose, but more along the lines of god-like knight in shining armour.
"What did you do to Greeny?" I asked from out of nowhere, even I had no idea that would spill from my mouth.
"Not nearly as much as I would have liked," he replied evenly.
"What would you have liked to do?" I asked, cocking my head to the side trying to decipher his mood.
He didn't answer my question, instead he asked, "Did he do this to your nose?"
"Who? Greeny?" He nodded. I shook my head in answer.
"Did Elliott?" There was a decided growl on those words and Nick stepped further into the room at Dominic's back. My eyes flicked to Nick's face, he was watching his brother intently. I looked back at Dominic, some of that killer lawyer was back in the room. It was impressive. I suddenly realised why he thought he could be my bodyguard, he had bad-ass written all over him.
"You look kind of frightening right now," I admitted. "But impressive," I had to add - of course I did. He furrowed his brows at me, it just improved the whole kick-butt persona he was channelling. It was hot. "Didn't think you had it in you." I kept on going, because, well, I was me and this was a hot guy and my mouth had a tendency to do that sort of thing. "What with the manicures and silk shirts and highly polished shoes." His lips twitched at the edges, I couldn't pull my eyes away. "Do you do ride-alongs or something with your brother?" Oh, crap, where did that come from?
"Something like that," he said on one of those coughs-which-could-have-been-a-laugh. "Who hurt you, sweetheart?" he asked gently, his hand coming up and trailing a feather-light touch down the side of my face. All killer lawyer gone. Tender, heavenly, god-like Anscombe in its place.
"Lofty," I said just as gently, transfixed by his touch, his presence, his voice. "He didn't mean to," I added. "He kind of lost his balance when I took the chain off the door and fell through, a bit keystone cops really." I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I don't think they're very competent for kidnappers. Brett wasn't impressed."
Killer lawyer was threatening to come out, but he was fighting it. Valiantly.
"We'll talk about you unchaining your door later." I got the impression that was a promise, not a suggestion. "Does it hurt?"
Yeah, it hurt like a bitch. Constantly. But I wasn't going to admit that. I did have some pride left.
"Nah, it's OK." An eyebrow rose in question.
"Were you knocked out?" I bit my lip, beginning to see that bad news opened the flood gates to killer lawyer. Being knocked out could be construed as bad.
"Um..."
"Genevieve." Oh, and now he'd done it, used that voice, saying my name . I leaned
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