"Want to know how I felt with the thought of another man's touching what's mine?" His finger edge deeper inside of me, tears dripping down my face, light sobs echo throughout the room.
"I was envious." My fingernails dug into his skin, sobbing agai...
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Dawn Drakos New York City. . . .
"Careful, the place is old,"
Roman warm hand touched the lower part of my back, as I stumbled over the lifted carpet. A hated how a rush of heat pooled in my stomach and then trailed through my body.
Those were the first words he said to me since the flight, my chin tipped looking up to the ceiling small flakes of it falling to the carpet, this place was old.
I held my iPad close to my chest, so I can snap enough photos for the documents. I needed to survey the site, more architects will join me over the week.
"What do you need?" Roman eyes were already on me as I turn on my heels facing him, he stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"A copy of updated site drawings and Iced Carmel whipped cream, three sugars, and three creams coffee," I smiled leaning toward the end of my sentence.
Roman's brow lifted, "Didn't you have that sugary crap this morning?"
I rolled my eyes at his term for my heaven in a cup, "That was six hours ago before I was on a flight with you, if I'm spending a day with you, Im gonna need coffee back to back, okay sugar?"
There it was again, it was a moment of weakness but I called him sugar again, I cursed under my breath, closing my eyes I turn back looking around.
Roman lips lifted fighting a smile, but he turned towards a man I didn't even know had joined us. He had short hair, smoldering eyes, and looked like he was going to shit himself the moment Roman eyes met his.
"You heard her, go." The man shuffled out of the building, instead of my normal bag I would've chosen to match my light pink dress, I held my tote bag close to me. My sketchbook and DSL camera inside of it and my pepper spray Ivan had given me.
He was very aware of my lack of self-defense skills, every ounce of it that my brothers and sister had drained out of me. I can't even throw a punch, maybe I should take a class...
"Dawn," Roman called for me, moving towards him as he stood at an odd excuse for a front desk. "This is Ryan, he was the manager here and will give us the tour,"
"I thought you were gonna give me the tour," a little light in my chest dying, did I'd annoy him so much on the plane he wasn't going to hold up to his promise?
I wasn't expecting him to but, I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting. He stare at me for a moment, then moved his gaze towards Ryan.
"Uh, boss," our heads whipped at the same man who left and shuffled back in, with my coffee in his hand and papers under his arm. He was gone for like ten minutes how the hell-
"Thank you," I smiled at him, taking the coffee out of his hand, and taking a large sip. I locked eyes with Roman who was already watching me.
"Shall we?" Roman and Ryan shared a gaze before nodding and starting the tour.
