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career just to sink through the floor and never see him again.
    “Have a good day, asshole,” I said, before I turned on my heel and went to take a seat next to my father.
     
    For me , Dominick’s words meant war, and I silently wished him good luck, because the bastard obviously didn’t have a clue of who he was messing with.
    You don’t mess with Scarlett Wilson!

Chapter 3
    Dominick
     
    I was sitting at the conference table, watching Scarlett; the only thought in my mind was to drag her out of the room and kiss her senseless. And maybe not only kiss her…
    Last night couldn’t be called one of my best nights. I had a very long and busy day, a few previous conversations were really pissing me off, and I had a very unpleasant meeting with my sister who was the most stubborn person in the world. My parents and my younger brother, Oliver, moved to the States about ten years ago, but Josseline and I loved France too much to follow them. And now, she hated me for moving to the U.S. and dragging her with me, because our mother would never let her live alone in Paris. She didn’t trust Joss’s wild passion for life , as she called it. In other words, she was worried about my Sis skipping college and spending every night with a new guy. I tried my best to control her, which only made our relationship worse, but now, when mom and dad started doing the same thing, she blamed me for making her a prisoner . It was an exaggeration, of course, but still close enough to the truth.
    And so last night, when I was about to call it a day, I stopped by The Black Rose to have a drink. I liked the place; it was on my way home and it wasn’t overcrowded. I immediately noticed a lonely blond, sitting at the bar. First, I thought she was just another bored chick, looking for a one-night stand. The closer I came to her, the better I could see how beautiful she was. Wearing one of the sexiest dresses I had ever seen, she looked independent and uninterested in anything but her drink; for a second I thought I was wrong about her intentions of coming to the club. I took a seat next to her, even though there were plenty of untaken chairs around the bar and away from her. Ordering a drink, I watched her out of the corner of my eye: bright-blue eyes, matching mine perfectly, shadowed by the long lashes; full lips and an amazing body.
    “ Merci ,” I said, taking my drink.
    “French,” she said with a smirk, and I smiled to myself remembering the time I actually used my French to pick up an American girl. Now everything was a little different. I was twenty-nine, I was successful and I didn’t need anything but a sly wink t o get any woman I wanted into bed. Not my bed, of course, it was too sacred. But somehow, last night proved that even that one rule could be broken by the power of beauty combined with the irresistible desire, making the size of my boxers suddenly too small.
    After a few meaningless phrases, I realized that Scarlett wasn’t a kind of a woman I thought she was. But I co uldn’t let her go that easily. Some unseen power was pulling me to her like a very strong magnetic force, and I couldn’t fight it, so I let it pull me into flirting with her and eventually taking her home with me.
    “Just one more second,” I said, blocking her way when she was about to leave. I pulled her lips to mine roughly, and the rest of the club and the world disappeared for me. There was only her. I sank into her scent, her warmth and the taste of Margarita on her lips. And then, she suddenly said the only thing that I wanted to hear: I want you…
    Three simple words that shut down all of my rational thinking, and I pictured her soft hair spread all over my pillows and her body moving over the silky sheets, and realized that I wanted her nowhere else but my bed. We got into my limo and hot damn, it took all of my willpower to not take her right there and then, but she looked too perfect for back-seat sex, even if it was a limo. She looked