The Seed of the White Tiger
hoping that she would say yes. “I haven’t made any hotel arrangements yet. I was wondering if I could stay with you.”
     
    Dom stood in front of him, silent and unaware of her surroundings. Her focus was on him, on a question that was merely the difference between what she wanted and what she should do. It was her turn to stammer and stutter, nerves threatening to take over her. “I don’t know. I didn’t think.”
     
    “I just want to be close to you. I promise that I will keep my hands to myself.” He was almost begging. Dom noticed that it didn’t really look good on him.
     
    Unsure of how to respond she told him the only thing that she could. “I’ll think about it.” She was thinking about it, that was for sure.
     
    “While you think about it, can I treat you to dinner?” He asked, hope playing across his face.
    That couldn’t be too bad could it? She thought about it. She was going to be in a public area, with witnesses, there was no way they could get into trouble. “That would be nice.” She smiled at the compromise. This might be a good indicator as to how the rest of his visit would go. They settled on a crowded restaurant in the airport. Dom had eaten at the cheap ones before, but never at something quite as nice as the one he was taking her to. When he asked her opinion on the food at this place, the only response she could give was: “I don’t know, I’ve never been here before.”
     
    “Well then, it will be an adventure for us to enjoy together.” He smiled and they waited to be seated.
     
    They didn’t really talk at first over their meal. The awkward silence intimidated them until Gregor faced the moment and initiated the conversation, and when he did, it was in a way to make her heart melt. “I couldn’t take my mind off you. I just kept hoping and praying for this moment. This can’t be the spell. I think that I really want you to be with me.” He reached across the table and held her hand, touching her skin and sending those electric shocks through her entire body.
     
    “I missed you, too.” Dom admitted, her arms were straight by her side. It felt like that little bit of truth eased her soul a little more.
     
    Gregor couldn’t help but smile. It was a wide toothed grin, the one that a child gets when they find out that their dreams are coming true. “I have to say how happy I am to hear you say that. I thought that you hated me.” He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. He rubbed his thumb on her knuckles as he looked into her eyes. She looked back at him, losing herself in his eyes.
     
    “Your food?” The server suddenly appeared at the table, bringing their desert and snapping them both out of their reverie. They shuffled their arms around to make room for the food. The waiter lay down the decadent cheesecake and walked away.
     
    Gregor couldn’t help but laugh at the way she looked away, like a teenager afraid of her furtive glances being caught by the man that she liked. “I love looking at you. I could do it all day.”
    Dom laughed. “That’s a little creepy, you know that.” While she knew that he didn’t mean it that way, it was just a strange thing to say to a woman. They finished their dessert. “Let’s get going.”
    “Where are we going?”
     
    “I guess, I can take you to my place.” Dom relented as she led the way to her car. The drive to her place was short and it wasn’t long until they pulled into her driveway. She let him in reaching down to the stoop and coming up with a key. “This is for you. If you need to get in while I’m not home you should be able to get in. I’ll get the permissions set up for you to enter later tonight.”
     
    “Permissions, are we talking about a computer program? Do you have some sort of strange security system that I don’t know about?”
     
    “It’s a security system, but not a computer. I protect my home through magical means. I need to give you permission so that the spells

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