‘Jeez, you’re dressed!’ Dominic was sitting on the side of the bed in full CEO kit. ‘What time is it?’ ‘It’s late, baby,’ he said. ‘I figured with your shower last night I could let you sleep in. But we have to get moving.’ Sweeping the covers aside, he stood, leaned down, consciously averted his gaze or his clothes would be back off, lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. Seating her on the marble vanity, he put some toothpaste on a toothbrush, kept his eyes on her face, handed the toothbrush to her with a glass of water, and said, ‘Brush. Quinn has already packed your breakfast. You can eat in the car. I’ll wait for you in the dressing room.’ A short time later, he heard the toilet flush, the tap run, then silence. For too long. He was on his way back to the bathroom when Kate walked out into the bedroom, a stunning image of soft, pink curves and ripe tits that had Dominic quickly weighing his options. ‘I think I dozed off,’ Kate murmured, rubbing her eyes like a sleepy two-year-old.
