Three hours later and Dominique was still at her desk. She felt a little better having talked with Solveig in Stockholm to come up with a loose game plan on how to proceed in the coming months. But now she felt even more pressure for the upcoming issues to be flawless. She spent the next thirty minutes talking to the photographer who was scheduled to do the Body By Night shoot the following day, then continued checking the layouts for the upcoming issue.

Her phone rang. Dominique looked at her watch. It was 7:00 PM. Who’s calling the office line at this hour?

“Dominique Clark.”

“Miss Clark, it’s Peter.” Peter was one of the building’s evening security guards.

“Oh hi, Peter.”

“You have a visitor.”

Dominique’s brow rose. “I do?”

“Yes. His name is Jake McDonald. He says that you know him.”

Dominique smiled as she relaxed. “Yes, Peter. I do. Please send him up.”

“Okay, ma’am.”

Dominique walked to the main reception area and unlocked the outer door. Seconds later the elevator dinged, indicating a stop on their floor. Jake walked out, looking like six feet five inches of sexy and smelling the same. She caught a hint of his woodsy cologne as he hugged her, followed by the smell of something delicious.

“Um, what’s that smell?”

Jake broke their embrace. “I figured you might be hungry. Hope you like Greek.”

“Sounds delicious. Let’s go to the dining room.”

Jake and Dominique engaged in small talk while enjoying moussaka, lamb skewers, lemon potatoes, and tapenade. She was glad for the company.

“Thanks, baby,” Dominique said as she finished the last of her tea. “This was such a thoughtful thing to do, and much better than the Chinese takeout I’d planned to order.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Dominique rested her chin on her hand and peered at him. “You really are special, you know that?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, woman!”

They laughed.

Jake leaned forward, kissed Dominique on the lips. “And there’s more.”

“Oh?” Dominique’s nipples hardened of their own accord. At the thought of his “more,” her vaginal walls contracted and images of their last time together wafted before her eyes.

“Yes.” The look of pure desire in her eyes caused Jake’s dick to twitch and begin to harden. He was thinking about that, too, but later, when he could give her body the type of treatment it deserved. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. “These.”

Curiosity replaced disappointment as Dominique reached for the envelope. “What’s this?” She reached inside the unsealed envelope and removed the contents. Her eyes widened. “Tickets to the Raiders’ game?”