DOMINIC
I moved closer, my hand slipping from my pocket, though I remained alert to every inch of the room.
It was nearly empty. Only the pool table stood between us, and Bruce lingering beside it.
A few steps away, a floor-to-ceiling glass cabinet gleamed, stocked with expensive liquor bottles illuminated by hidden lights. Three red leather sofas circled a glass-topped table.
No one else was here. Just Bruce and me. Exactly how I wanted it. I didn't want any fuckimg audience interfering.
"I don't think you've ever visited me like this before," he murmured, his lips curling into a lazy smile. "And we certainly don't have the sort of relationship that warrants it."
"Yes," I replied, stopping directly across the pool table. "We don't have that kind of relationship for me to be here. But…"
