The Romantic Dominant Read Free Page B

you find yourself in trouble you can let them know.”
    “That’s a good idea,” she replied, snuggling against him.
    “I could have been an axe murderer. Did anyone know you were meeting me? My name? The address the car brought you to?”
    “No. I guess that was kind of stupid,” she admitted.
    “Yes, it was. If you don’t have a girlfriend to call, you call me, okay?”
    “Oh, Zander, are you sure we’re not right for each other?” she asked wistfully.
    “Yes, I’m sure. How do you feel? Are you okay?”
    Pushing away from him she sat up and smiled.
    “So much better than okay, except my butt really stings.”
    “It should, and hopefully that spanking will hold you in good stead until you meet someone who can keep it red and hot on a regular basis,” he remarked.
    “Thank you for caring about me,” she murmured, pecking him on the cheek. “Can I see your palm now?”
    “Sure,” he chuckled, raising his hand and opening it up. “Here.”
    She gazed down, tracing her forefinger across several areas, then sighed heavily.
    “Well,” she said dramatically, “you’ve had a rough love life, which is sad because you have so much romance in your soul, and you’re nowhere near as tough as you pretend to be.”
    “Is that so?” he answered, a little unnerved by the accurate description.
    “Hmmm,” she mumbled, and “there seems to be a reunion of some kind. Yes, you’re going to meet up with someone from a while ago, but there are challenges involved.”
    Zander found himself drawn into her story, and her voice had taken on a deeper tone; she sounded wise, almost like an old soul.
    “It will be interesting. There is love there, or the potential for love, but only if you’re willing to take a leap of faith. There’s danger too. You must tread carefully.”
    She paused, then sighed, then lifted her gaze, and for a brief moment he was spellbound, then he broke from her web and grinned.
    “That was impressive,” he smiled, “thank you.”
    Slightly rattled he stood up and pulled her to her feet.
    “You make sure you call me next time you go out on date with someone you don’t know, and if you can’t reach me call someone else.”
    “Okely dokely,” she grinned, the young Abigail abruptly returning.
    “Go and get changed and I’ll walk you down to the car.”
    “Thanks, Zander,” she sighed. “Thanks ever so much.”
    He watched her move away, her tanned bottom seductively swaying, then wandered across to the windows. Staring at the city lights below Gabriela danced in the forefront of his mind.
    Impossible, he thought, then an unexpected chill shuddered down his spine. Frowning, he shook it off, but couldn’t help wondering what had become of her; they had shared such a deep connection, or so he had thought.
    Was the whole thing between us my imagination?
    “I’m ready.”
    Abigail’s voice broke his thoughts, and he escorted her back down to the waiting car.
    “You’re such a gentleman,” she sighed, climbing into the back seat. “Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome. Stay in touch with me. You’re far too trusting.”
    “I’ve been told that before,” she remarked. “Is it such a bad thing?”
    “It can be,” he said somberly. “I’ll talk to you later.”
    The chauffeur closed the door and Zander watched the car roll away, disappearing into the night, then headed back to the penthouse he called home. He’d bought it several years before, when the building was first built, and being on the top floor the views were spectacular. It was contemporary, sleek, and ‘smart,’ everything from the sound system, lights, fireplaces, and even the coffeemaker, were controlled by handheld tablets or wall mounted screens. It boasted cream porcelain tile floors and thick chocolate brown rugs. The floor to ceiling windows swept the city skyline, with sliding glass doors opening to an expansive terrace with outside seating and dining areas.
    Back inside he ambled through the gleaming,